With a noise of frustration, Ronan grabbed my face and turned it to his. “You’re going to eat every goddamn crumb on that plate.” I met his eyes. “I will if you promise you won’t do anything to Khaos.” “I don’t have to promise you anything.” Something told me he didn’t hand out promises often, and if I got one from him, he would uphold it. “You don’t have to,” I said softly. “I’m asking you to.”
