Dorian raised his middle finger at me.
Ro finally looked up from the gun in his hands, and I felt that flicker of satisfaction spark in my chest.Attention achieved.“You understand this will be different than what you do with Greyson?”
I straightened a little. “Of course. That’s for fun, this is serious.”
Ro sighed, the corner of his lip tilting up. “I don’t know how to respond to that.”
“Would you let us go with you if I promised I could get the entire family to go to your house for Thanksgiving?”
A flash of vulnerability showed in his eyes, just like I knew it would. To Ronan, family was everything. I wasn’t afraid to exploit that.
Aww, Daddy would be so proud.
Ro’s gaze lingered on me for a long second, like he was trying to peel me apart layer by layer and see what was actually underneath all the noise.
It made my skin buzz.
Ro’s eyes were something out of a fantasy novel. I mean,logically, I knew that albinism was a naturally occurring trait that other people had as well, but I’d never seen any of their eyes. So to me, Ro’s eyes were magical.
Sort of a mix of the lightest, palest shade of blue and a soft pink.
They were stunning.
I watched as something shifted in his gaze as he seemed to come to a decision, setting down his gun and turning towards Dorian.
“Dorian,” Ro called. “Do you feel ready for a real job?”
Dori didn’t answer right away. His boots hit the floor with a dull thud, and he rolled his shoulders, working out tension that had probably been sitting there the entire time I’d been running my mouth.
Ro didn’t rush him.
He just watched.
“It’s okay if you’re not,” Ro added after a second, tone gentle but not dismissive. “This isn’t a test you pass by saying yes. It’s also probably not the best first job. Torture has been requested.”
I glanced between them, suddenly a lot more aware of how quiet the room had gotten.
Dori huffed a breath through his nose, dragging a hand back through his dark hair, pushing it off his face. His tattoos shifted with the movement, ink stretching over muscle as he straightened to his full height. “I’d like to go. I feel ready.”
“If you’re sure,” Ro said, sounding a bit hesitant.
Dori’s jaw flexed. “I am. I’ll stay out of your way and follow instructions. I did well with Family Game Night, didn’t I?”
“Yeah… yeah, you did,” Ro attested with a slight frown. “Okay. Get whatever weapons you want, and we’ll head out.”
Dorian bowed his head in a show of gratitude, then walked over to look over the array of choices.
I joined him quickly, leaving Ro to himself for a moment.
“What do you think the target is like?” Dorian asked me quietly.
“Not sure,” I answered. “I’m excited that we’re going, but now I feel like I should’ve asked more questions.”
“Are you nervous?”
“God, no. Are you?” I raised a brow, searching his face for any sign that he wanted to back out.
He shook his head, then placed a handgun in a holster at his hip. “I feel like I should be, but I’m not. I don’t think I’m excited either, though. I’m just ready.”
