Chapter 221
- Ronan POV
- The room feels like it’s vibrating—with anger.
- Darius is pacing like a caged animal, hands flexing, jaw locked so tight I’m half convinced his teeth are going to crack. Nysa stands her ground in front of him, calm in that terrifying way she gets when she’s already made up her mind. Myra is near her, arms crossed, eyes sharp and furious, like she’s daring anyone to try this.