{Ronan’s POV}

Canada this season always seemed lively for some reason. Even night time seemed a bit brighter than usual.

By the time we reached the safe house, the sky had dipped into a dull yet warm gray. The stone cottage sat crouched on the hillside.

“Home sweet safe house,” Damon muttered as he cut the engine. His tone was dry, but I could tell he was very much alert. As always.

Heri leaned forward between the seats, eyes wide as she stared at the place. “It looks like a m—movie set.”

“It does… artistic eye, Heri.” I said as I pushed open my door.

Heri slipped out after Lisa,...