Chapter 103
- Third Person’s POV
- The walls of the hospital room felt like they were closing in.
- Ronan Duskcliff sat alone in the dim light, motionless except for the rhythmic tightening of his jaw. His body bore the marks of the battle—bruises along his ribs, torn muscle along his collarbone, and the bandages wrapped tightly around his throat, still seeping the faintest traces of blood.