Chapter 640: The History That Refused to Stay Buried
Ronan didn't answer immediately.
He just looked at his father.
Daniel held his gaze without blinking, posture relaxed in a way that didn't fool anyone in the room. There was nothing casual about him right now. Not the way his eyes sharpened, not the way his attention locked in like he was already dissecting whatever Ronan might say before he even said it.
Every gaze was fixed on Ronan now.
He exhaled slowly through his nose and opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even think about lying," Daniel said, almost lazily, but there was an edge beneath it. "I may not be Orion, but I raised you. And this pack runs on honesty. Apart from that, I'll know if you lie to me."
Ronan huffed a quiet breath, something between a laugh and resignation.
"Yeah," he muttered. "I know you will."
And that was the problem.
