CHAPTER 71: THE SECOND DIARY
Selene's POV
Ronan came to find me before breakfast.
That alone told me something — Ronan did not seek people out before breakfast unless what he was carrying couldn't wait for a more convenient hour. He found me in the corridor outside the kitchen, still moving toward coffee, and fell into step beside me with the particular economy of someone who had been awake for a while already.
"I've been running the list," he said. "The five people who knew about the retrieval before we left."
"And?"
"And I've been eliminating rather than identifying." He held the kitchen door for me — a courtesy so habitual it was invisible, which was one of the things I had come to appreciate about Ronan. "Damon is ruled out. So are you, obviously. That leaves three."
I poured coffee. Waited.
