Winery Part 1

Black hair and gray eyes, a little lighter than his stared back at him as Zane walked toward the winery.

Ronan was standing against the wall, a holographic screen in front of him; he was swiping with his fingers and mumbling something, probably in a discussion with someone.

"Run the simulation and submit the report to me by 4 p.m." His voice was still like the first time they had met, firm and strict like a military office. After speaking to the person on the Atlas, the holographic screen in front of him disappeared as the ring on his little finger flashed.

"Cousin Zane." He greeted.

"Cousin Ronan. Nope." Zane grinned, "That still sounds weird. I'm just going to call you Ronan.

"If you wish, Cousin."

Zane looked at him, "You are not going to change the way you address me to match mine."