{Ronan's POV}
“Call it curiosity or delusion, but the markings on her arms seemed familiar.”
That's why I had to dig deeper.
Sure, she was an outskirt kid I could have walked away from without too many questions. Not from neglect, but because her life didn't tie into my hunt. A New Haven child though? That had threads leading somewhere. And right now, threads were what I needed.
‘It can't be a coincidence that I found her, right?’ I thought to myself.
If she had family here, I could make introductions. Offer a safe return. And in the process… slip in questions about Charles’ last days without anyone clamming up. Disguising curiosity as neighborly concern worked better than direct interrogation.
‘That could work.’
So I decided… She was coming with me.
I called one of my Bloodmoon
