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“It’s not turning my back on them if I was never on their side.” “Then whose side are you on? Either tell us who you’re working for or stop pretending to be some great martyr.” If I could only learn who was behind the portals, our confrontation would be worth every harrowing minute, but Ronan wasn’t interested in cooperating. He flashed his dimples in a wicked grin. “Nice try, but I’m not giving you anything but pain.” His hand shot forward, and a blast of energy slammed into me, throwing me back against a large tree. The air wheezed from my chest upon impact. I fell to my hands and knees, struggling to breathe. As soon as air began to filter back into my screaming lungs, I scrambled for my purse, where I had stashed the knife Lochlan had given me. My fingers wrapped around the hilt, and I
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