CIAN
The main house came into view as we rounded the last bend. I imagined the delicate and her handler would be waiting impatiently in the lounge. My mind was already running through the questions I needed answered.
Who had put that hex on Fia? Who wanted her dead?
We climbed the front steps together. Ronan reached the door first and pulled it open, holding it for me. The gesture was automatic. Something he'd done a hundred times before.
I walked through without acknowledging it.
The lounge was on the first floor. We made our way down the familiar hallway, our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet runner. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the walls.
Ronan pushed open the lounge door.
