Chapter 62

**Ronan**

I’ve never been good at waiting, not for shipments, not for meetings, not for men who mistake my patience for mercy. This isn’t even patience, it’s paralysis with a clock on it. Dom can’t pin a trace that holds for more than eleven seconds. Every time he thinks he’s got a vein, the line goes dark and reroutes through a dead node like the place itself keeps changing its face to spite us.