Gansey spoke and something rattled loose in Ronan's chest, freeing him from his frozen state. He sucked in a breath and blinked, waited as everyone else in the room turned to stare.

Ronan didn't think before moving. The chair scraped across linoleum flooring, nearly toppling over entirely with the speed of his movements and in three strides he was pushing into Gansey's personal space. Or the personal space of whoever this was pretending to be Gansey.

"You some trick?" he asked, tone venomous. "Some fucking Darrow hallucination or goddamn hologram or something? What are you?"