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.