“The buck stops here," Ronan said, pulling up the hand brake. "Home shit home.”

“Gansey's partying with his mother," Ronan said. He smelled like beer. "And Noah's fucking dead. But Parrish is here.”

“Well,” said Ronan, “I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle.”Gansey scoffed, “Doing what? You were standing watch.”“Opening my hood.”

“Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I...yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven.”

“You seem to have an extremely large bag today, Mr. Lynch,” Whelk said.“You know what they say about men with large bags,” Ronan replied. "Ostendes tuum et ostendam meus?”"Gansey had no idea what Ronan had just said, but he was certain from Ronan’s smirk that it wasn’t entirely polite.Whelk’s expression confirmed Gansey’s suspicion, but he merely rapped on Ronan’s desk with his knuckles and moved off.“Being a shit in Latin isn’t the way to an A,” Gansey said.Ronan’s smile was golden. “It was last year.”

“Saw him where?""While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts."This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?""God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.”

“Her name's Chainsaw," replied Ronan, without looking up. Then: "Noah. You're creepy as hell back there.”