Chapter 6: They knew
Chapter 6
Ronan exhaled sharply as he stepped into the hospital lobby, the cool air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the limo. His body still felt off—like he hadn't fully settled back into himself since everything changed. But right now, he had bigger concerns.
Dean was waiting for him, his hand in his pockets, leaning against the wall near the reception desk. The second he spotted Ronan, he pushed off, his expression somewhere between relief and suspicion.
"You gonna tell me what the hell that was about, or do I have to beat it out of you?"
"Wouldn't recommend that," Ronan muttered. "You'd break your hand."
Dean didn't look amused. He had been there when Nathaniel's men showed up, but now that Ronan was back, he wanted answers.
"You left without a word, and now you're just strolling back like nothing happened?" Dean's voice had an edge to it. "Who were those guys?"
Ronan considered his response. He could lie. Say they were nothing. But Dean wasn't stupid. He'd been in Ronan's corner for years, and if there was one person who deserved the truth—at least part of it—it was him.
"A guy with connections," Ronan said finally. "The type who knows more about systems than we ever could."
Dean's expression darkened. "And he came for you? Specifically?"
Ronan gave a single nod.