Facade of Justice

RONAN’S POV

The sorority house smelled of perfume and blood, a sickly-sweet combination that made my stomach churn. The second we stepped into the main room, the facade dropped. The party girls who had been laughing and sipping cocktails froze, their gazes sharpening, fangs glinting under the dim, flickering lights.

Kiera stiffened beside me. Gael, for all his usual cocky demeanor, took a half ste