1. The Invitation
Ronan was dangerous in a way Asher wasn’t.
Where Asher’s anger burned hot, fast, and uncontrolled, Ronan was slow, deliberate—calculating.
A wolf in the shadows, watching, waiting.
And right now?
He was watching me.
“This is a bad idea,” I said, standing outside the bar as his sleek black car idled at the curb. The air smelled like rain, thick with the promise of a storm.
Ronan leaned against the car door, smirking. “Is it?”
I swallowed.
Yes.
But my body wasn’t listening.
My pulse was already picking up, my fingers twitching at my sides, remembering the way Asher had grabbed me earlier, the heat in his gaze when he told me I was playing with fire.
And yet, here I was.
Staring at Asher’s brother.
Tempting the match.
Ronan opened the passenger door, a silent
