Lisa’s POV
I don't even know why I had said that, I wasn’t even sure I wanted an answer. My arms were crossed before I noticed. I wasn’t being defensive, I was just tired of being a part of all this.
Ronan didn’t blink. He leaned back slowly, arms folded like a man who had nothing to lose and no reason to lie. “That’s if there’ll be a next one.”
That stopped me.
Not because he was being dramatic. But because he wasn’t. No sarcasm. Just certainty. Like he’d already decided something and didn’t feel the need to explain it.
I turned my head slightly, not fast, just enough to find Damon where he stood at a polite distance, his hands behind his back, his face giving away nothing.
Ofcourse.
For a moment, none of us said anything. Just the hum of silence and the soft ticking of whatever clock they had hidden in here.
“How long are we going to be here?” I asked as my eyes drifted across the room, the wall, the high ceilings, the furniture too pristine to touch.
Ronan looked over at Damon, and
