Ronan surged forward, grabbing my arm to right me. The moment his skin touched mine, visions filled my mind. A younger version of Ronan covered in gashes and his eye swollen shut. Pain filled his expression as he shifted on a cot. Then an entirely different vision. He looked as he did now, but his face was different somehow. There was none of the pain and darkness that lived in his eyes currently. They were filled with peace, joy…love. And he was looking at me.
