The words don’t register at first.
Elias Mercer is the reason Evelyn is gone.
My fingers tighten around the edge of the table until they ache.
“What are you talking about?”
Rain lashes harder against the windows, swallowing the silence between us. Ronan doesn’t answer right away, and somehow that terrifies me more than if he had.
Finally, he says quietly, “You should stop looking into anything that involves him.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
“No,” he agrees softly. “It’s a warning.”
Something sharp twists through me then. Fear. Anger. Frustration. Maybe all three at once.
“You don’t get to do that,” I snap. “You don’t get to feed me pieces of something and expect me not to ask questions.”
A pause.
Then, dangerously calm, “And yet you keep asking them.”
I hate how steady his voi
