#Chapter64
Raven opened his mouth but snapped it right back. He'd been about to blurt it out, just ask, all blunt, Angel style, but he thought better of it. The prick still had some control over Ronan, and he still tended to get defensive. He had a feeling the conversation would go nowhere if he went in on the aggressive.
So instead he hauled back a few calming breaths. He'd been tempted to call his brother for advice, but he'd canned that idea. Because then he'd have had to explain that against every ounce of common sense striking it a bad idea, he'd tried it on with Ro. And Angel would have busted his balls for it, and even if he didn't, shame and self disgust had cowered, refusing to reveal themselves to Angel. That, and he and his brother had always seen eye-to-eye. Letting him down, repulsing him, it was something that Raven wasn't sure he'd be able to take from his twin.
