JUNE;
“Ronan!” Mr. Grayson’s voice thundered through the foyer the moment we stepped into the house.
I flinched instantly, pulse thumped faster at the raging tone of his voice. It was safe he had chosen to stay in another ride all the way back home to avoid raising his voice back there at the cabins.
Mariah had barely finished pulling the heavy foyer doors open when she froze at the sight of us. Her eyes widened so much I could almost see the shock settle into her face.
Ronan stood a few feet away from me near the staircase, his shoulders stiff, his face unreadable. A faint bruise had already started forming along the side of his jaw, and there was dried blood near the corner of his mouth.
Mr. Grayson looked furious. Not the loud furious, it was worse than that, the controlled kind of
