“Nyet,” Ronan growled, grabbing my face. “Don’t fucking close your eyes.” “I’m so tired,” I whispered, lethargy pulling at every muscle in my body. “I don’t think . . .” “If you die, Mila,” he said harshly, “I’ll send Khaos to a back-alley pound.” My heart beat. “You wouldn’t.” “I would.”
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