JUNE;
Then the door creaked open, his tall frame filling the doorway, eyes gone dim the instant they fell on me.
“Ronan,” I gasped, twisting slowly against the floor, like I wanted to be sure it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me.
I batted my eyelids, but when I looked back, he was still there, in between that heavy wooden door and the door frame. His hand grasped tightly on the door, pressing so hard like he was taking out whatever he felt on the poor wood.
His feet moved, the door jammed shut beside him. Each move he took looked like he had calculated it, till he stopped before me, I looked up, my breath hitched.
“What have you done to yourself, June?” He asked, crouching before me. “I came as soon as Mariah called.”
“Mariah?” I asked, voice low and shaky. “She's here?”
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