Ronan POV
Lyra hobbled after him, pausing at the cabin door. “Next time ask before you start ripping stitches out!”
She stiffened and backed up a few steps until she was looking into my office. “Oh. Uh . . . hey all.” She gave a lame wave.
An odd anger filled me at seeing her standing there so . . . normal, dressed in leggings and one of my sweatshirts that was so large on her it was almost a dress. My wolf rose swiftly within me, growling in satisfaction. I was so utterly relieved she was alright, yet at the same time completely indignant she could just stand there like she hadn’t been dying in my arms a few days ago. I wanted to shout at her. I wanted her to apologize. I wanted to press her against the wall and make her swear through her kisses she wouldn’t pull such a stunt again.
