Ronan

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Something hard hit her skin.

She brushed it aside, knowing there was something she didn't want to think about. A bleak reality she didn't wish to face.

She was hit by the object again.

Irate, her eyes opened just as another pebble hit her leg.

Someone's throwing stones at me.

Great. Just great.

Another reality hit her shockingly fast. She knew where she was. Disbelief found her just as quickly.

She could take the brain raid, being stolen from her family, anything but this.

I'm a prisoner now.

Just great.

He'd given her a cell of her own, accompanied by a complimentary blanket for her metal bunk. Would she use it for a quilt or a pillow? Spoilt for fucking choice.

This was his mean treatment. His punishment. Because he meant it this time. He really meant it.

There were some betrayals one couldn't come back from.

Hell, she wished he'd killed her instead. She'd have begged his brother to let her stay in that mystical realm of his for some time before finally moving on. Being dead to the world beat being in this place.

Another pebble hit her leg.

Her body shot upright as she scowled.

"Throw one more fucking pebble at me. I bloody dare you."

As if her day couldn't get any worse, the last person she wanted to see was smirking back at her with his twisted, scarred face.

Fenrir. He was still an arsehole, even in death.

"I thought you'd died," He mocked, claws curling around his bars.

She was glad they had the walk space to separate them. Had she been any closer, she'd have reached through her cell to try to strangle him. Werewolf strength against hers, she doubted it'd have ended nicely in her favour.

"Knowing I'll have to speak to you, I wish I had."

Paired with other reasons, of course. She wanted to lay on the grass back in Damien's realm again, rethinking her every life decision.

"That's no way to greet an old friend."

"We're not friends," She snapped, tired of him already. "You're lucky I never barred you from the pub."

"I was a loyal customer."

"You were a dick."

"You never cared for Chronos' misbehaviour."

"Chronos wasn't a smarmy, weirdo bastard."

Chronos' presence had never unnerved her the way this man's did. Tether or no tether, she'd trusted Chronos enough to know he'd never take advantage of her.

"Rude," Fenrir barked. "I've caught your scent down here before. Thought I'd imagined it."

Could this day get any worse?

"Right, because it would make total sense for you to be thinking of me in death."

There was that smarmy look of his she remembered. "Wouldn't be the first time I've thought of you. A man needs some mental inspiration every now and then."

"Sick in my mouth."

Just what she wanted to think about. This scumbag of a man thinking of her as he wanked himself off.