Ronan's POV The back of the warehouse was quiet, eerily quiet and I didn't like it one bit. It was too quiet for a place that used to echo with the clang of chains and the grunts of workers moving crates through the night. Now, it was all silence, steel and tension.

I snuck a glance at the raging party behind me, and I didn't like the sinking feeling that settled at the pit of my stomach. Vivienne's last words echoed in my ears, and I let out a grunt.

“Is everything okay, king?” ...