WREN’S POV
The moment Ronan handed me his black card, I knew he was serious about this bonfire party. He wants to make sure this alpha knows he wasn’t here to joke. He came as a guest but if this is what it takes to become allies with him then so be it.
“Get whatever’s needed” he said simply, slipping the card into my hand with that same detached authority he always carried. It was maddening how effortless he made things seem like dropping a small fortune on an event wasn’t even worth blinking over.
“You trust me with this?” I raised my eyebrow at him wanting him to see little sense. I don’t woke well with cards anymore.
“No, I think I shouldn’t. But I don’t have time for it” His lips twitched like he was amused. Seems like I’ve turned into a comedian to this man and the thing is I
