-Ronan-
It took longer than I expected, but Derrick finally returned, coffee in hand. “Drink.”
“Go away,” I said, as he placed a cup of coffee in front of me.
“Ronan, just—”
“Where is he?” a voice interrupted Derrick, one I recognized.
“Oh, so you called for more backup?” I retorted, glancing at Derrick. Enzo’s voice continued to echo through the big house, but Derrick just smiled at me, standing beside me, while Colum positioned himself on the other side of the bar counter, watching silently. I sighed and shook my head a little as Enzo entered the living room. I slowly turned in my chair, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at me with genuine disappointment.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Sobering up,” I said, lifting my glass.
“That’s alcohol,” he pointed out. I turned my head a
