Saturday had never seen Ronan truly angry before. The closest she'd come was at the start of this, when he refused to lie. But now?

Now Ronan's gaze turned hard and his blue eyes went ice cold. His jaw set and for a moment all he did was glare at Saturday. His face was always hard and sharp, but those features only grew more pronounced the angrier he got.

The worst part was, he couldn't deny it. It was the truth. A part of Ronan suspected it but had never heard it spelled out for him before. Now he warred with himself, still trying to reconcile the father he'd loved with the father Declan had known.

"He's dead." His voice was acidic now.