JUNE;
His fist froze in the air. For a second, everything seemed to pause, the noise went down. Ronan turned sharply toward me, his chest heaving hard. Sweat mixed trickled religiously along his forehead while his breathing came rough and uneven.
His eyes met mine, reddened and fierce. Then it softened just a little, like he was suddenly remembering where he was, or maybe who was standing before him.
“Please, stop,” I mumbled. My voice cracked slightly. He stared at me for another second before slowly climbing off Matthew.
The crowd’s cheers died down into murmurs. Ronan wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his jaw tight as he stepped away from the fight, darted me a sorry glance, and stormed off into the dark path.
I stood frozen for a second, my hea
