Twelve
Ronan
“I smell a bloodsucker on the porch.” Elena handed me the last plate to dry and turned off the faucet, reaching for the towel on her shoulder. “Tell me he belongs to you or I’ll go out and behead him.”
“Beaumont?” Hell, it was still daylight. What was he doing here? I bolted for the front door and wrenched it open, the sight nearly knocking me on my ass.
Liam stood on the front porch in human form, looking like some kind of half-stoned, post-Grunge Ken doll. Darius was leaning against him, his arm draped over Liam’s shoulder, his feet barely touching the ground.
I couldn’t even tell if he was conscious.
I opened the door and gestured them inside just as Elena stepped into the foyer, still holding the towel.
“Madre María!” Elena gasped when she saw Liam, stumbling backwa
