Ronan rubbed his face, making the three people who were discussing in front of the bonfire turn their heads towards the iron bars. His red eyes stared at the fire that was burning in front of William.
Ronan was puzzled. He needed silence. Maybe all this time he had not really listened to Arielle's call. Ronan wanted to hear his wife's voice. The last time Arielle called him seemed so long ago. It was from the moment Arielle cut off communication in a panicked and worried tone, Ronan could no longer hear the girl's voice again.
Ronan closed his eyes, waiting for a glimmer of hope to hear his wife's call again.
Days turned again, and Ronan suddenly felt very dizzy. The man held his throbbing head. His breath also became ragged and his body was burning.
"Water…" Ronan said, while clutching his burning neck.
"Ronan! Are you okay?" William asked frantically when seeing Ronan in pain.
BRUK!
