"You don't owe me an apology for a crime that was never committed by your hand," Ronan objected to her apologies, firmly shaking his head. "Just as you are not culpable for your brother's crimes for which you were punished, you do not owe anyone an apology."
With that being said, he tipped Vivian's chin, and his lips met hers in a soft, slow, and sweet kiss that made her eyes flutter closed. Ronan ended the sweet gesture with a peck to her forehead and both her eyes.
Like before, when he'd done the same thing to console her in the dungeons, Vivian thought it was silly of him to kiss away her tears.
Yet she didn't detest it either.
"Why are you the one comforting me?" Vivian's lips curved downward in defeat when Ronan gently stroked her hair. "It should be the other way around. You've been through so much…a nightmare that no one should ever have to experience."
