Ronan’s POV“What the hell is going on here?” Clara asked again, her eye brows furrowed in concern. Or was it curiosity?All three of us froze. Ethan’s hand was still half-raised from the punch he’d thrown, my lip was bleeding, and Sarra stood between us, breathing hard.Ethan dropped his arm like a kid caught stealing. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just a guy thing.”Clara’s eyes narrowed. “A guy thing? You were yelling loud enough to wake the dead.”“It’s fine,” he said again. “We were just… talking business.”Her gaze swept over us, sharp as glass. “Business? You hit each other over business now?”Sarra tried to smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It got a little heated. That’s all.”Clara looked from her to me, then down at my mouth. “Your lip’s bleeding, Ronan.”I wiped it with the back of my hand. “Occupational hazard.”“Of what, exactly?” she asked.Ethan stepped in before I could answer. “He’s just being dramatic. Right, bro?”I met his look but said not
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