{Ronan’s POV}

My grip on the phone tightened until the plastic creaked. Damon never ignored my calls. Not unless something was wrong.

I tried again. The call rang once, twice, three times, then dropped into silence. I called back, the same outcome. No answer. My chest tightened, the weight of Lucien’s words settling heavy in my gut. He knew. The smug remark about secrets, the warning about where my men wandered, it all clicked into place with brutal clarity before. Now it was just mocking.

So standing there I wondered. ‘What comes next?’

If Mallon Kal was absent from the summit, then Damon might already be at his residence. And...