RONAN’S POV

The classroom felt like a tomb after Ciara left. Blood still stained the floor where Alexis had shot his own man, and the metallic smell hung in the air like a threat. I watched Sarah stand there, frozen, her face white as paper. She looked like she might collapse.

Alexis leaned away from her, turning his attention to me. Those cold blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt something predatory shift in his expression.

"You two are awfully close," he said, tilting his head. "Are you ...