Chapter 38

**Ronan**

I push open the door to my room, expecting quiet. What I get is the soft shuffle of movement and Sloane standing in front of my open closet, buttoning up a pair of bloodstained tactical pants like it’s just another Tuesday. “Jesus,” I mutter, closing the door behind me. She smirks and turns back to the hangers like she owns the place, which, with the way she moves through it, she does. H