Ronan looked breathtaking in his dark clothing. Like a shadow. A dragon. A blade. A viper.

Dressing up like that, Ronan would most likely be going out to find... companionship, Adam supposed. The thought hurt, though he knew that it was part of Ronan's birthright to enjoy the company of the young and beautiful, to marry a doting wife and have a string of mistresses. Like Declan.

"I understand," Adam said, heart aching. He kept his eyes averted, feeling abandoned even though he should have gotten used to the feeling of being left behind by Ronan. "Have a pleasant evening, sir."