Adrian's POV
"Is this not Jesse Carlisle?" I asked, tapping my finger on the printed photograph.
Ronan leaned forward and placed both hands flat on the desk. He looked at the photo for a long moment. I waited for the recognition to turn dangerous on his face.
It didn't. He let out a long breath and rubbed the back of his neck.
"That is just Jesse," he said quietly, pushing the paper away.
"Just Jesse?"
"Yes." He stood up straight. "He was Nirvana's best friend back in high school. He followed her everywhere. Always on our front porch, always carrying her art supplies, always sitting in the grass while she painted. He was just a neighborhood kid who wouldn't leave her alone. He is not a threat, Adrian."
I picked the paper up and looked at the photograph again. Jesse had grown into a
