Chapter 40

**Ronan**

I used to think I’d seen everything. War zones. Cartel compounds. Bratva torture dens. But none of it prepares me for watching her in action. Sloane moves like smoke and shadows, silent, surgical, without a single wasted breath. She doesn’t flinch when we breach the outer wall. One round from her suppressed rifle drops the first guard before his brain even registers the threat. The secon