49. Ronan
Ronan
“ W ell,” I mutter, watching the two of them stare each other down like neither one understands the word self-preservation. “That went about as expected.”
Beside me, Cal exhales quietly through his nose.
“You were never keeping her out of this.”
“Nope.”
Not a chance in hell.
Lance folds his arms across his chest and looks between Jonah barely standing upright and Sienna already building an assault plan in her head.
“So we’re really doing this.”
“Yeah.”
I glance toward the paused image of Elizabeth still sitting frozen on the monitor.
Then back toward Sienna.
Toward the way Jonah moved without hesitation the second she tried carrying this alone.
“Yeah,” I repeat more quietly.
“We’re doing this.”
Cal studies the room for another second.
The tension.
The fear.
The certainty settling over all of us.
Decision made.
Then he pushes away from the table.
“I’ll get the transport ready.”