No weapons

Chapter 55

Ronan smirked, slow and dark, the kind that wasn't meant to be friendly. He almost chuckled in mockery because of how predictable Ezren was, but instead...without a word, he raised his hand and gave Ezren the middle finger.

For a second, Ezren just stared at him speechless, as if he couldn't believe it.

Then the dangerous glint flickered in his eyes, his fingers twitching like he was half a second from drawing a blade across Ronan's throat. It was clear that Ronan had hit a nerve.

The room felt like it dipped into freezing cold for a heartbeat.

Ezren's jaw tightened. His muscles tensed like loaded springs ready to snap. But somehow, he reeled it in.

Just smirked instead, a tight, strained thing, and looked away.

Before either of them could push it further, Aldric's voice cut through the air the tension, drawing back everyone's attention.