Ronan's POV
The back of the warehouse was quiet, eerily quiet and I didn't like it one bit. It was too quiet for a place that used to echo with the clang of chains and the grunts of workers moving crates through the night. Now, it was all silence, steel and tension.
I snuck a glance at the raging party behind me, and I didn't like the sinking feeling that settled at the pit of my stomach. Vivienne's last words echoed in my ears, and I let out a grunt.
“Is everything okay, king?” Maverick asked. For a minute there, I had totally forgotten I was trailing after him. “You seem, occupied.”
“I'm fine.” It was obviously a lie. “Just peachy about what you want to show me.”
“You sure?” Maverick’s tone hinted at something else. “You've been glancing back at the party since we left, and I li
