Ronan's POV
I ran through the forest, following Sienna as she chased after Kieran's howl. My side still burned where her fire had healed my wound not with pain, but with a strange warmth that spread through my blood like liquid gold.
"Slow down," I called. "We need a plan."
She glanced back at me, her red hair a flame in the moonlight. "There's no time."
But I saw the fear in her eyes. Fear not for herself, but for Kieran.
Something twisted in my chest. Jealousy? I pushed it away. I had no right to feel jealous not when I'd been sent to kill her. Not when I'd betrayed her once already, even if I couldn't remember doing it.
Zeke caught up to us, feeling the spot on his head where he'd been struck. "Sienna, Ronan's right. Darius is setting a trap."
She stopped suddenly, turning to face us. "I know. But I can't leave Kieran to die just because it might be dangerous."
"Why?" I asked, the word leaving before I could stop it. "Why risk your life for him?"
