CIAN
With Valentine threatened to submission and with two new soul kisses in my pocket, I was prepared to go back down when I heard it.
The knock came first. Then the door opened before I could even turn around. Whoever it was didn't wait for permission. The handle turned and the hinges swung and someone stepped into my study like they had every right to be there.
My blood went cold for half a second. Then I moved.
I turned away from the bookshelf. Away from the spot where the wall had just been solid again. I crossed the room in three strides and grabbed the first book I could reach from the desk. Some leather-bound thing about old Skollrend records. I opened it and pretended to be absorbed in whatever was on the page.
Then I looked up.
Ronan stood in the doorway. His hand was still on the handle. His face was pale. His eyes were wide and there was something in them that made me almost mad.
Fear.
Real fear. The kind that didn't come from nothing.
