Chapter 10 - BLOOD AND VOWS
For three days, I didn't see Ronan. He left me under the protection of ten heavily armed men while he went to war. The news reported a series of "unfortunate accidents" befalling the Moretti family businesses. Warehouses burned. Leaders vanished. When Ronan finally returned, he looked like the devil himself—exhausted, bruised, but victorious. He dropped a heavy, ornate dagger on the table—the Moretti patriarch's prized possession. "It's done," he breathed, sinking onto the sofa. I knelt between his legs, wiping the grime from his face with a damp cloth. "You went to war for me," I whispered. He caught my hand, kissing my palm. "I would burn the world to ashes just to keep you warm."
