“Don’t let Trace get to you. He’s surly on a good day.” “I don’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own home.” “You’re not, I promise. He’s just got some baggage, and it’s coloring things now.” I wanted to press, curious about the guy with the haunting violet eyes. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t invade his privacy that way. Instead, I asked another question. “What about Ronan? Does he want me here?” Colt sighed as he climbed the stairs. “He wants you here, but he also doesn’t think it’s safe.” My steps slowed. “Are you in the mafia?”
