and my chest tightened when I saw the faint mark on his cheek. I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers across it. He stilled, eyes lifting to mine. “I’m sorry,” I told him. “For hitting you.” We stared at each other so long my hand grew tired and slipped from his face. I must have fallen asleep again. When I opened my eyes, Ronan was gone, and Kirill silently read a book in a chair beside my bed.
