“How about –”
“Not her.” Ronan cuts me off, his complete attention on Teal as she takes stiff, almost forceful steps towards the school.
“Why not? Teal is cool.”
“She’s not.”
That’s the first time I ever heard Ronan say something remotely bad about anyone. He doesn’t even call Silver and her minions bitches, even when they act like it.
“What did Teal do to you?”
“Nothing.” He grins at me. “Yet. But she has psychotic tendencies and I need my balls.”
“Threatened, Ro?”
“Moi?” He feigns offence.
“Yes, toi.” I poke his stomach and he tickles me on my sensitive side.
We laugh as he pretends to growl, coming after my ticklish spot. I knew he’d focus on weaknesses, he just doesn’t like to show his cards upfront.
My stomach hurts with the amount of laughing while I try to push him away. Even though Ronan appears harmless, he’s still big, and I’m helpless in front of his sheer size.
All my swats fall unnoticed as he tickles me until I’m breathless and gasping with laughter.
I don’t feel it happen until I see it.
One moment Ronan and I are struggling, him pinning me to the bench, and the next, his entire p
resence is wrenched off me.
I shriek as Xander throws Ronan to the ground.
His eyes are red, face bloodied, and he looks ready to finish lives.
13
Xander
War.
They call me that for a reason.
Wars start for a trivial cause, but they have sinister undertones. Wars are made to destroy.
Wars are the reason for death, not the other way around.
Death goes down. War remains.
My mind is bleached white as I land on Ronan, straddling his stomach. I clutch him by the collar and drive my fist straight to his face.
He had the audacity to hug her, push her against the bench, and touch her as if he has every right to.
There’s that inner voice, telling me not to show my cards this clearly, but that voice is turning dimmer by the days.
I couldn’t stop this need to wreak havoc if I tried.
It’s been a long fucking time without a war, and wars need to happen to purge people.