Right about then was when I started debating my life choices, you know like the ones that led me to having this Lycan leader at my doorstep, with the man he was looking for hidden in my bedroom.
“Well?” Ronan stood in the doorway; he was leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. The glowing amber of his eyes almost the same color of the mead on the counter. I couldn’t tell what he knew, and I figured my best option would be to just play dumb.
I didn’t put down the gun, I walked over to the counter grabbing the mead bottle and taking a big swig to give myself more time. “I do not remember telling you where I lived.” I said in the most even voice I could. I didn’t look toward my bedroom I didn’t want to give anything away. I silently willed Wade to not do anything stupid like come out of the room.