"Can't say," he said simply, finally looking back at Adam. "It's not mine."

But he did relish the thought that Adam could go—go anywhere, be anything, without his name weighing on him. Without Declan always breathing over his shoulder. There would always be things fucked up about both of their lives—Ronan understood that, and tried not to compare. They were on two different fields. Worlds. He threw aside his wealth and status because, at the end of the day, those things had never made him happy.

Finding what did was the challenge.

He stood, having finished off his pastries and coffee. "I have a meeting with Declan. We should head back." Rubbing his cheek, he sighed. "It's gonna get nasty. You don't have to come to this one."