~ LYRA ~
I can’t help but wonder what my mate and my stepfather are up to. Ronan doesn’t know Silas as well as he thinks if he believes he can just waltz in, tell him what he wants, and get him to help. “What do you mean by there would be no need to?” I ask.
“He’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Besides,” Ronan glances at me over the door, “I’m pretty sure he knows what’s coming. Before you joined us in the office, I asked Silas what he’d do if he ever saw your father again.”
My stepfather would kill the asshole. “I’m guessing it wasn’t good.”
“It works for me,” Ronan says with a shrug, the muscles in his arms bunching as they flex. “If he wants to take another shot at Magnus, I’m all for it.”
Seconds pass as I wait for him to indicate he’s joking. When he doesn’t crack a smile,
