Chapter 172

**Sloane**

Ronan tells me about Dom’s worries that evening, leaning against the doorframe of our room with his arms folded, voice careful like he’s not sure if he’s treading into dangerous territory or just setting me up for a smirk.

“Apparently,” he says, “our boy’s been borrowing toys without asking.”

I look up from the file I’m pretending to read. “Borrowing?”

He nods. “Five micro-cameras. And