Chapter 85

**Ronan**

The low hum of the convoy was too smooth, too quiet. My gut went tight, instincts screaming. In the rearview mirror, I caught headlights sticking too close, too steady. Not traffic. Not a coincidence. I checked my gun, clip, barrel, and safety with smooth, familiar motions. Loaded. Ready. Beside me, Sloane already had her blade strapped, pistol in hand, expression sharp as cut glass. Cal