That grin turned into more of a smirk, one that faded although the look in his eyes remained smug. "Tonight you get to watch and learn."

Even before he turned eighteen, Ronan had developed a stunning and concerning tolerance to alcohol. A psychiatrist might call it a reaction to a traumatic experience. Ronan called it wanting to minimize the chances of bringing back his nightmares. He also called it just enjoying himself.

"Don't count on me to keep you out of trouble."

Those words might have made more of an impact if a rabbit hadn't run smack into his feet and then buried his face in his ankle.

This? This was why he liked crows better.