CIAN
I walked through the corridor with Ronan at my side. The fluorescent lights overhead cast everything in that sterile white glow that made the walls look like they went on forever. My boots hit the tile in a steady rhythm. Each step brought me closer to the technical department. Closer to whatever they had found.
"You're awfully jolly," Ronan said.
I glanced at him. "Well, it's a good day."
"I bet it was a good night too." His mouth curved into that knowing smirk he always got when he thought he had something on me. "The music wasn't loud enough. And the servants talk, you know."
Heat crept up the back of my neck. I kept my eyes forward. Kept walking.
"When we get Luna Morrigan up and running, you'll never hear the end of it," he continued.
"I guess we won't."
Ronan's hand came down on my shoulder. Not hard. Just a solid thump between my shoulder blades. Friendly. The kind of hit that said more than words could.
