Fear looks strange on a man built like a mountain.
"I asked you a question," Ronan said, though his voice had lost its earlier edge, gone rougher instead, unsteady in a way I hadn't heard from him before. His eyes were fixed on the photograph in my hand like it was something that might detonate if I moved too suddenly.
"I found this in your filing cabinet," I said, holding it up, refusing to let my own voice shake even though every part of me wanted it to. "My father. Your father. Standing together like family. With a Viper mark burned right into the corner. So no — I'm not putting this down until you tell me what it means."
He didn't move for a long moment, just stood there in the doorway with an expression that made him look younger than I'd ever seen him, some of the Alpha's careful
