Chapter 12

• Ronan POV
• I’d rather be dead than standing here watching this.
• The healers had finished with Nysa hours ago, but I’d dragged my feet about letting her move. Every excuse I could make, I made. Every delay I could stall with, I did.Didn’t matter.Night was falling, and Darius Fenwick was still standing there — that smug bastard, arms crossed, waiting to take my sister like she was another duty he didn’t want but would do anyway.