The moment the alarm blared through the vault, Ronan moved. Not with hesitation, not with a moment's pause to consider alternatives—just pure, unfiltered brute force and instinct. His fingers flexed, digits clenching and energy sparking around his hands as he prepared to, I assume, blast the threat into silence.
"Ronan, stop," I hissed, grabbing his wrist before he could blast the source of the noise.
He looked at me, expression blank but eyes sharp with focus. "Disabling the alarm."
"With force?"
"It would have silenced the alarm. It was the most efficient way to put an end to our detection"