What's his? I turned, letting out a little noise as my hand slipped from the handle.
Ronan said, "His brother," his lips forming a sly grin that I wished I could slap off.
I said, "Storm doesn't have a brother.
"Did he tell you that? Ronan deadpanned while posing a query with his lifted eyebrows.
I've been here for over two months now, and if Storm had a brother, I would have found out by now, wouldn't I? That seems like a really important point, if you ask me.
The second time I said, "You're lying," Ronan's stare and stance remained steady; either he was a pathological liar, he was telling the truth, or my ability to interpret Assassin body language was failing me.
"Have another smoke and we'll find out, but I assure you, honey, Ronan is a man of many atrocities, but he is not a man of lies," Ronan said, holding out the cigarette for me to grab from across the room.
