Chapter 168

**Ronan**

The mornings are louder these days. Not the bad kind of loud, not gunfire or shouting or the sound of boots pounding through the halls, just the good kind. Laughter. The scrape of chairs. The clatter of pans and mugs and spoons that don’t match because no one around here cares if they do. The food hall’s already buzzing when I walk in. The smell of bacon and coffee hits first, warm and f