That’s when I notice that it’s grown quiet in the lodge, the buzz of voices dying down to leave nothing but the sound of music through the speakers. Henry stands ten feet away, staring at me. His face is unreadable but menacing all the same. I hear a soft “fuck” slip from Ronan’s lips. Slowly he sits upright again, and sighs as if resigning himself for the shit storm to come. Oh God. What did that look like?
