Chapter 13 Seizing The Fire

• Ronan guided me into the quiet chamber with stone walls, lit solely by a flickering lantern. The atmosphere between us was thick with tension, the kind that presses against your skin and coils in your stomach. My heart pounded with discomfort. I could still sense the ghostly trace of his lips against mine from the woods, the resonance of something primordial within my veins.
• Neither of us said a word as the door clicked closed behind us. He did not lay a hand on me. He paused.
• “I can't make sense of this,” I murmured, my hands shaking as they lingered close to my heart. “This attraction… it frightens me.”