“Ellie!” Ronan hops on my desk, nearly knocking my pens on the ground. “I was just telling King about how to bring you back. I even offered to sing.” Teal snorts from my side. Ronan grins at her, but it’s fake. It’s rare to see Ronan fake anything, he’s about the most honest out of the horsemen. “You have a problem, ma belle?” She searches around me. “Did you hear someone talk, Elsa?” Ronan leans in to whisper, “I’m happy you’re back and all, but why did you bring this freak?” “I heard that,” Teal deadpans. He feigns innocence. “Did you hear someone talk, Ellie?”
