"Who are you?"
There was no hesitation in his answer. It was smooth and immediate.
"Ronan Ashbourne. Son of Vulcan Ashbourne. Heir to the Ashbourne family."
Her eyes narrowed, raking over him as if searching for cracks in the facade.
She seemed to be trying to decide if the answer was a deliberate evasion, a clever lie, or simply the truth.
Whatever she got from his expression however, it seemed that she apparently still believed the person sitting on her bed was, in fact, Ronan Ashbourne.
But it was not the question she actually cared about. She took a half-step into the room, her voice dropping lower, more intense.
"Who was that person?"
Ronan let the silence hang for a moment, forcing her to be more specific. It was a small assertion of control, but it didn't seem like Elara was going to elaborate.
"Are you referring to the person who was controlling Mira's body?"
