Chapter 129

**Ronan**

The drive to the airstrip is quiet, focused quiet, not tense. Declan’s got both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road; Dante sits up front with the printed maps Dom insisted we take, flipping through them even though we’ve got GPS. Roxanne hums under her breath in the backseat, tapping her knife against her thigh like she’s counting heartbeats. Sloane’s head rests against the window besid