Chapter 135

**Ronan**

It’s pushing midnight, and the hotel room smells like bourbon, takeout, and the kind of sweat that comes from too many hours of sitting around waiting. Dante is stretched out across the couch, boots on the armrest, flicking through channels he’s not even watching. Declan’s sitting at the table across from me, cards fanned out in his hands, playing a game of solitaire that I’m pretty sure