Ronan's POV
The clubhouse was loud again, but it wasn’t the usual kind of loud. Contrary to the beautiful mood that had started this morning, the people weren’t celebrating. They were avoiding me, a d even though I wanted to tell myself that I didn't care for that sort of thing, I hated that I was drawing attention to myself, and for all the bad reasons too.
I walked through the hallway slowly, my footsteps controlled and calm. It was the kind of calm that made grown men step out of my way without being told, the kind of calm that always came before a storm.
I told myself I wasn’t angry. Not yet.
I told myself I was thinking, just thinking, trying to piece together the last two hours. A tiny voice at the back of my head even whispered that maybe it was just paranoia, but I knew it was
