Lisa’s POV

The second the question left my lips I knew something was wrong. I blinked at him. Even Damon looked up from his plate, uncertain.

I didn’t say anything else. Just stared at him as he stared at his hands.

The joy from earlier still clung to the room, but hushed now. Like a plug had been placed in my ears, muting the sound.

I stared intently as he wore a solemn expression

He looked different.

Not just tired. Not just worn from whatever the day had dragged him through. Ronan wore ...