The compound spent the next three days in a state of controlled paranoia, every member suddenly aware that someone they had eaten with, ridden with, bled beside, might be reporting their movements straight to Silas Cade, and I watched trust curdle in real time across faces that had only just started to look at me without suspicion.
Ronan handled it the way he handled everything, methodically, without visible panic, though I had learned by now to read the tightness around his eyes as its own kind of alarm. He pulled records, cross referenced supply runs against the timing of every Hollow Fangs ambush going back over a year, and slowly narrowed a list of possible informants down from the entire club to a handful of names that made his jaw tighten every time he read them aloud.
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