Ronan already knew of Matthew from Adam, and Maura from both Cheng and Noah. If nothing else, whatever version of Gansey this was, whether a dream thing or a Darrow trick, he at least had the story right. Even now, Ronan couldn't let himself believe this Gansey could be real, could be their Gansey. It seemed too improbable in a place like this. And too selfish to want it.

But Ronan's always been real damn good at being selfish.

He nodded. "Only a couple months ago. Should've fucking figured it out, but she had to tell me." And he's still more than a little bitter about, he'll admit. "We sat out this year, you know. On St. Mark's Eve. You were already gone by then and we didn't see or a hear a fucking thing."

It comes out like a challenge, like he's expecting Gansey to explain himself. And maybe he is. Because none of this makes any fucking sense.