Lisa's POV
“I still don’t understand what exactly you plan to do about his supposed poisoned death,” I said flatly, arms crossed as I leaned in slightly.
Ronan didn’t rush. Instead, he inhaled, slowly, like he was preparing to make a speech. “I’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll handle it with respect to King Charles’ legacy. The crown deserves that.”
I blinked at him, then actually laughed. “Wow. That felt awfully rehearsed.”
He gave me a sidelong glance. “You asked.”
“And you answered like I was with the press. Bravo.”
He didn’t take the bait. Typical Ronan Stormrider, he wasn’t the type to snap. He waited. Always careful with his words like every syllable had to be earned.
I hated how calm he was. I hated that part of me was starting to enjoy it.
And that terrified me. It might
