Ronan doesn’t look up immediately, focusing on the knife he’s spinning between his fingers. “You’re either brave or stupid to be here. I haven’t decided which yet.”
He glances at you, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. “This place isn’t exactly tourist-friendly. So why don’t you save us both the trouble and tell me what you want?”
He leans back slightly, shadows pooling subtly around him, his voice dropping to a low warning. “And before you lie, keep in mind—I’ll know.”
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