“One more word…” Ronan’s voice held a tremor that vibrated throughout the room. Maryanne’s eyes widened, and she went pale. “W-who are you?” “You know,” he growled. “You’ve always known. But still, you crossed us.” My brows furrowed. None of that made sense. “S-she’s not one of you.” “Shut up,” Colt snapped, striding into the room. “You’re a damned waste of space. Sign the papers, or I’ll make your life a living hell. You know I can do it.”
