LIORA'S POV;
The wind picked up, tugging at my hair as I stood near the shoreline, my feet sinking slightly into the wet sand. The waves churned, restless under the gray sky, and for a moment, I let their chaos drown out my thoughts.
I shouldn’t have come here alone.
The storm had been creeping in all afternoon, but I’d ignored the warning signs—just like I’d ignored Ronan when he tried to stop me earlier.
And now, as the first drops of rain hit my skin, I felt the weight of my mistake.
“Liora!”
I stiffened at the sound of his voice, low and commanding even against the roar of the waves. I turned slowly, already bracing for the sight of him.
He was jogging toward me, but this time, he has a shirt on, so I could focus more now. Even in the middle of a brewing storm, he looked like he’d stepped out of some action movie.
I crossed my arms, trying to appear unaffected. “What are you doing here?”