Whatever speech she'd launched into about how she didn't buy his tough act didn't faze Ronan. He stood just as he always had. The only change was his eyes got a little narrower.
The thing with how Ronan's tough guy look and act was he'd done it so long, it'd become a part of him. He wasn't the carefree person who would sit back and let the girls in his dance class chat about movies and guys and miss meaningful looks his way. He was Ronan Lynch, the young boy who'd seen blood and death and never learned how to cope any other way.
"Who are your people?" Ronan asked sharply.
He wanted to believe that the tiny girl was just what she seemed-- a harmless, talkative girl who had no associations to evil organizations. Her talking about her job did not really give him a good idea that she wasn't.
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The thing with how Ronan's tough guy look and act was he'd done it so long, it'd become a part of him. He wasn't the carefree person who would sit back and let the girls in his dance class chat about movies and guys
and miss meaningful looks his way.He was Ronan Lynch, the young boy who'd seen blood and death and never learned how to cope any other way."Who are your people?" Ronan asked sharply.
He wanted to believe that the tiny girl was just what she seemed-- a harmless, talkative girl who had no associations to evil organizations. Her talking about her job did not really give him a good idea that she wasn't.