Ronan knew when he was being looked at, could feel the weight of her gaze. The few wolves he'd met here tended to make a big deal out of his spikes, blades, wings, whatever they technically were called, so he wasn't exactly a stranger to it. But still, it wasn't so much that he shied from attention, but the judgement that often came with it.
"What?" Ronan finally asked, bristling, slightly more annoyed than usual. Which was to say not much had changed, his emotional state these days wasn't all that varied. Think of it as a scale, with simmering frustration on one end and blinding rage on the other. "If you have something to say, out with it. Apúrate."
Because he naturally assumed she'd taken some sort of issue with him. With moods as sour as his, with the shit he'd seen, it just came naturally to assume the worst. It was hard to differentiate between bedroom eyes and I'm judging the fuck out of you eyes in these conditions, the rain thicker than sheets.
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