FIA
I straightened my back and held his gaze. "Why?"
"Cian asked me to watch over you." His voice was smooth. It felt more like something he had practiced in front of a mirror. "He knows I'm not an early sleeper."
That was a lie. I knew it was a lie. Cian didn't trust Ronan right now. Not fully. The fact that he was here, spinning this story about being asked to watch over me, meant he wanted something. He was fishing for information, and I was apparently the pond he'd chosen to cast his line into.
I forced my shoulders to relax and made myself breathe evenly. "Well, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine. I'm just reading."
His eyes flicked to the genealogy book on the table. The movement was quick but deliberate. His eyes found exactly what he was looking for when he says the words. "Oh. Pack Nocturne."
