RONAN
She lets go of my hand. I stay where I am, arms loose at my sides, and watch as realization dawns in her expression, slow and bright, like a candle flickering to life. She remembers the insult. Good.
"I should have known." She mutters, half to herself, half at me. "You were the one who hung up on me."
I shrug, slow and deliberate. "I was doing my job."
Her eyes narrow. "Your job is to be rude?"
"My job is to protect the Alpha." I reply evenly. "That includes keeping persistent strangers off his line."
She folds her arms across her chest with a sharp breath. "You're insufferable."
"I've been called worse."
"Let me guess, by everyone who meets you?"
I arch a brow. "Only the honest ones."
She scoffs, arms still crossed. "Well, congratulations. You've officially made the top fi
