Ronan's POV
I’d been looking for her for hours, and still, nothing. There was still no glimpse of her hair, no sound of her voice, and not even the damn smell of her perfume. She was good at disappearing, I’d give her that, too good if I was being him with myself, and every second she stayed hidden, my patience frayed thinner, snapping like a live wire under too much weight.
I honestly thought trying to save her from Maverick and Lana was going to do the trick. Heck, Vivienne was a firecracker that hardly needed saving, but I guess for once, just once I actually thought she was going to give her the chance to intervene. I was thos down for a hint that she was willing to end whatever silent and cold war we were in, but apparently, I was wrong.
I wasn’t built for silence. I wasn’t built
