Ronan

Chapter Forty-Six

He couldn't breathe.

He'd been robbed of air.

Life had sucked it from his lungs.

His heart pounded.

Thud, thud, thud.

I shouldn't have done this.

What was he even thinking? Barging in here like this, like he had a right? Would she even give him the time of day?

I've fucked it up again.

If he'd only thought with his head...

He longed to reach out and touch her. To crawl into the bed and lie behind her. But he couldn't be selfish anymore. Not with her.

He turned. He had to leave. He had to go before she knew he'd been here at all.

A petite blonde blocked his exit. Her cheeks were red from running, sweat stains marking her white shirt.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Her earlier fear of him was gone all together. This here was a woman who'd be taking none of his shit.

"I shouldn't be here."

She scoffed, recoiling. "You're realising that now? The demons and the Amazons didn't say all that?"

Adrenaline had blinded him. The come down had him thinking rationally.

I can't do this to her.

She deserved the chance to be happy. Ronan couldn't keep taking her life from her.

"I have to leave," He insisted. "I can't—I shouldn't have come here."

"But you did. You're not pussying out of this now."

Her language irked.

There was no pussying around here. He was doing the right thing for once in his life. All for her.

Evie fucking Wicker would not get in the way of that.

"Move out of my way, witch."

"No. I won't." She crossed her arms and stood her ground. "I can't believe I'm helping you after everything you've put me through but here we are. I've gone mad, so heed my word warlock, you will listen to me."

The witch didn't understand.

How could she?

"I have to go."

"You did not pin me to the wall by my throat for nothing. Now stand up straight and pull yourself together. You're ready for this. You can't keep hiding from the things that make you scared."

"I'm not just scared, I'm terrified."

Everything of importance was concealed in this one tiny world. So fragile. It'd break so easily.

"Of what?" Evie asked, temper flaring. "Look at who you are. At all the things you've done. No other immortal stirs up the same fright as you do. Your freaking name is taboo. What could you possibly have to be afraid of?"

Everything.

He pointed aggressively to the bed.

"That woman is the most frightening thing I've ever seen."

"Then I suppose you've met your match. You're Ronan—I'd go as far as to say you're the most feared immortal alive. So if you can't face your fears, what hope does that leave the rest of us?"