Ronan had been staring up at the ceiling, brow creasing heavier with lines with each minute that passed and Adam did not return. Worry was knife raking across his ribs, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest like a scorned lover. When it came to himself? Ronan didn't give a shit. Adam was an entirely different thing altogether. Was he all right? Did Declan do something? If Declan did anything to him, Ronan would be furious. Fuck, he was an idiot for leaving Adam Parrish behind in the first place.

When he heard Adam's voice he stood, striding over to the side of the loft and looking down at his old friend.

"I'm here," he said, sounding utterly relieved that Adam had returned.

"Jesus Christ, Parrish. Did he do anything to you?"