FIA
Ronan straightened from his crouch over the sentinel. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Sweat gleamed on his skin. His eyes never left mine.
He crossed the training ground. Each step was deliberate. Measured. The kind of walk that said he owned the space and knew it.
"Luna Fia." His voice carried across the distance between us. "What brings you all the way out here?"
I forced myself to stand taller. To not look like I was interrupting. To not feel small under his scrutiny. "I need to speak with you."
He stopped a few feet away. Close enough that I had to tilt my head back slightly to meet his gaze. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Want to spar?"
My brain stuttered. "What?"
He laughed. The sound was low and somehow managed to feel condescending. "Kidding."
Heat rushed to my face. There was nothing embarrassing about this. This was just anger. "What? You think I can't?"
"Well..." He trailed off. His expression said everything his words didn't.
