I should have walked away.
I should have turned and left them to their war, let them tear each other apart without dragging me into the wreckage.
But I didn’t.
Because deep down, beneath the anger, the fear, the confusion, I wanted the truth.
And something told me neither of them had ever given it to me.
The silence between them stretched, thick with old wounds and unspoken threats. Asher’s fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white, his entire body rigid with barely restrained fury.
Ronan, on the other hand, was the picture of ease—shoulders loose, a smirk still playing at his lips, like this was all just another game to him. But his eyes told a different story.
They were watching Asher. Waiting.
Daring.
“What the hell is going on?” My voice cut through the tensio
