CIAN
I couldn't sleep.
The bed was comfortable enough. The sheets were cool against my skin. The room was dark and quiet. Everything should have been perfect for rest, but my mind refused to shut down.
I stared at the ceiling, watching shadows move across it. The truth sat heavy in my chest, pressing down on my lungs until every breath felt like a deliberate struggle. Gabriel's business card kept appearing behind my eyelids every time I closed them. That bloodstained white surface with its black lettering. Evidence that felt too damning to ignore and too devastating to accept.
Ronan.
The name echoed in my head like a curse I couldn't shake.
My fingers curled into the sheets. I wanted to get up. I wanted to march down the hall to his room and demand answers right now. The goddess had to know how bad I wanted to confront him and make him explain. Make him deny it so I could either believe him or watch him lie to my face.
But I stayed where I was.
