"It does matter," he said, frowning, swatting away Adam's hands. Again, again Adam was stifling himself. They were in the goddamn crypt, totally alone, and he still couldn't drop the formalities?

"I'm not going. Tell me what you've been thinking. You're pissed I left, right? You probably fucking hate me. Now you had to drag your ass outta bed because I got drunk with some ghosts."

He dropped back onto the floor, exhaling sharply, body aching more than it had before. Shit, he'd slept in some awful places before, but stone was unforgiving.

"Until you talk openly I'm not going anywhere. And if you don't? Guess I'll just die here. Doesn't matter if I do or don't." If Adam hated him, which he very well should, Ronan needed to know. He couldn't bullshit like this forever.