Elias’s POV

Ronan didn’t speak immediately. He just stood there, watching me with that unreadable look he only wore when things were serious. I swallowed hard.

“What do you mean we take control?” I asked quietly.

Ronan walked past me to the small table where I’d left my water. He didn’t drink, it was more like he needed something to do with his hands. When he finally turned back, the faint tension in his jaw told me everything.

He was already thinking ten steps ahead.

“Hale ...