Chapter 32
The door hissed open, and Myre stepped inside the room where Ronan was kept, he had been told by the guards watching him that Ronan's vitals had spiked again, so he came to confirm is something went wrong.
Ronan hurrieldy stood the moment he saw him, his eyes sharp and tensed . All he needed right now was to get out of this damn prison or whatever it was called. "We need to talk."
Myre didn't flinch. He closed the door behind him, his eyes scanning Ronan's posture, his expression calm and controlled. But there was something in his stance, like a he knew he had to be careful around Ronan. Myre took a slow step forward.
"I figured you'd want answers," He said, glancing briefly at the humming wristband around Ronan's wrist. It was meant to to monitor his vitals and also keep track of his location if he tried to escape.
"I want a release," Ronan said flatly.
Myre raised a brow. "You think that's going to happen?"
