JohnWith the wolfsbane collar still around his neck, Ronan strolled beside me. Silent but tense, Charles trailed us by a stride, his eyes darting between Ronan and me as if he thought the leash would break at any moment. We were on our way to the battle room. Right now, it was the only area that was unobstructed. Drawing attention to myself and, of course, Ronan was the last thing I needed. It will undoubtedly cause more harm than good.Despite the leash around his throat, Ronan's calm voice was the first to speak. "You know, you always choose the best venues to talk about treason."Finally, I whispered in a hushed voice, "Talk." "You mentioned the mediator."Ronan cocked his head idly. Yes, indeed. "Mediator," he snarled. I lost my temper. Rebecca is stuck because of her. Tell me all you know now."All right," he replied. "I'll speak. However— Sharp and calculating, his eyes gleamed. "You fulfill your commitment.""Did I not make the promise?"Disbelief flickered in Ronan's eyes,
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