Chapter 57

**Ronan**

By noon, the house is too bright and too quiet all at once. Everything is getting on my nerves. I plant myself in the surveillance room, because stillness makes me dangerous. I need to see the pieces moving. I need to know how we’re going to make this shit happen. Declan paces the room, while Dante leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me the way you watch a fuse. Dom sits