"He resents me because Dad loved me more." And was shitty to Declan, which wasn't something Ronan felt comfortable saying out loud. He wasn't even comfortable thinking it. No one should speak ill of the dead and especially not their beloved father. "I resent him because he tries to control my life and he enforced my father's will and didn't fight to see our mom or let us stay at the Barns." Ronan clenched his jaw. It wasn't being stuck in a hell dimension, but at the time he felt like he was.

Technically his father was completely to blame for the last part. No matter what he'd meant the will to be, if it really was just to test Ronan's abilities or something else, it'd been a terrible thing to do to his grieving children. If Declan had tried to contest the will, how much attention would it have drawn?

Ronan hadn't seen it that way. He'd been sixteen, traumatized, and had his parents and the only home he'd known ripped away from him in a matter of days.