Ronan's POV
My knuckles throbbed with a dull ache as I gripped the handlebars of my motorcycle. The cold night wind whipped against my leather jacket, but it did nothing to ease the exhaustion in my bones.
My shoulders were tight and my jaw ached from clenching it all night. All I wanted was to walk into my house, pour a glass of whiskey and shut my brain off.
I killed the engine, parked the bike in the garage, and walked through the manor. It was all quiet so I expected the house to be empty. I stepped into the main hallway and stopped.
A very distinct smell hit my nose. It was the sharp scent of my whiskey. I kept my bottles locked in the dining room cabinet. Nobody touched them. Not even Adrian.
I soon found the reason though.
A boy was sitting in one of my wooden chairs. He wa
