EWAN’S POV

I watched Eamon stand there in the courtyard, his whole body coiled tight like a spring about to snap. He kept glancing between the Brotherhood house and the pile of his torn clothes on his left hand. Something was eating at him. Had been eating at him for hours now, if I was being honest.

"Can we talk?" I said.

He didn't look at me. His eyes were still fixed on that doorway where Ronan had disappeared with Alexis. "I will have all day in a few hours but..."

"I want to talk ...