Locke never made it to the bedroom door. Ronan's guards disarmed him, hauled him to the reception hall, and held him there. By the time I came in, they'd let him go.
I sat down and slid the emerald onto my finger. Locke's eyes moved from the ring to the fading mark on my neck. His jaw tightened. "You actually let him touch you?"
"None of your concern."
"How is it not my concern? You loved me for ten years. There's no way you fell for someone else this fast. You're just using him to punish me!"
Ten years was more than a number. It was my youth, my trust, and more sleepless nights than I could count.
"I don't love you anymore."
Locke yanked a dagger from his boot and lunged across the long table. Ronan stepped in front of me. He didn't even draw his sword. With nothing but the scabbard
