“What did he do?” Something about the way he is looking at me, the way he is touching me, is forcing all of my walls to drop simultaneously. So, with a shaky hand, I pass my phone to him. It’s open to the personalized message I got from Asher this morning, along with the photo. Ronan removes his hand from my chin, before looking down at the phone. His jaw ticks, as he stares at it for longer than I’d care before he looks back up at me. “I’ll take care of this.” I shake my head. “Please don’t, it will only egg him on. For whatever reason, he’s trying to make my life miserable, despite me
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