Elowen's POV
Ronan had the place in mind before Kael had even finished the sentence. It was ten minutes away and looked like nothing from the street, but Ronan had an instinct for places that looked like nothing and turned out to be exactly right.
The private room was small but warm, the lighting low, and by the time we settled around the low table a server had already appeared with two cases of beer and a tray of snacks without being asked.
Ronan poured. When he reached my glass he paused and looked at Kael.
Kael's jacket was over the back of the sofa, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and in the dim light the sharp angles of his face looked even more precise than usual.
"Want a drink?" he asked, glancing at me and this time it sounded more sincere than like a test.
I took m
