Lisa’s POV
The second the question left my lips I knew something was wrong. I blinked at him. Even Damon looked up from his plate, uncertain.
I didn’t say anything else. Just stared at him as he stared at his hands.
The joy from earlier still clung to the room, but hushed now. Like a plug had been placed in my ears, muting the sound.
I stared intently as he wore a solemn expression
He looked different.
Not just tired. Not just worn from whatever the day had dragged him through. Ronan wore his silence like a bruise. Subtle, but visible the longer you stared.
“I think I have some things to iron out with Sean and Colt.” Damon said as he exited the dining room. Leaving just the two of us.
I leaned forward slightly; "Is this about the meeting with Mr. Greaves?" I asked, watching the wa
