“What’s good here?” The male voice froze me to the spot, sending a faint shiver over my skin with its rasp. It forced my eyes up toward the sound. As if my gaze had no choice in the matter. It was a mistake, looking up. The owner of the voice was unlike anyone I’d ever seen before. While he was young, probably about my age, he was massive.
Ronan—massive, defined muscles making him someone not to tangle with, buzzed dark hair, scar bisecting eyebrow, hypnotizing golden amber otherworldly beautiful yet cold eyes, feeling of brutality/anger under the surface, one of Colt’s best friends, feral grin, blunt, brooding, hidden pain, prickly but worries/ protective
