RONAN
It's been three nights since everything collapsed and I had to walk away from the only place I'd actually wanted to be.
I was sitting in the dark outside the Silver Rogue borders on my bike, engine off, jacket collar turned up against the cold, just staring at the treeline and replaying it for the hundredth time since it happened. The way Damon had looked at me in that stairwell when he's already made a decision and is just informing you of it. That was what had gotten under my skin the most.
I had spent months inside Ghost Ash being careful. I kept my history vague, my scent neutral, my loyalties performing exactly the shape they needed to. I was in the background and reliable. The kind of guy nobody looked at twice because he never gave anyone a reason to. I had been so damn ca
