Chapter 87

**Roxanne**

Ronan’s voice rolled through the cabin, low and certain, and I swear every man in here straightened like he’d just been knighted. Ireland. Army of wraiths. Slaughter anyone who stands with Dmitri. God, I loved it. I shifted on Declan’s lap, feeling the solid weight of him beneath me, his arm tight around my waist like he thought I might actually launch off the seat. He wasn’t wrong. Th