Ronan's POV
The cold wind rushed through the trees as I stood at the edge of the forest. The moon hung high above, fat and pale, but the night was too still. Too quiet. I didn't trust quiet nights anymore. Not in this place. Not with everything falling apart inside the Blackwood estate.
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