SLOANE
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was lost."
He smirked, and it was laced with so much hatred it made my skin crawl. I knew that look. I'd seen it before on people who'd already decided they didn't like me, no matter what I did or said. There was no point in pretending otherwise.
"You're always lost," Ronan said, his voice cold and sharp. "Coming from a lost land in a lost city to cause havoc in my life."
"I don't understand," I said, taking a step back. "I didn't do anything to you."
"You didn't need to do anything," he shot back. "Just existing is enough. You're not wanted here, Sloane. So what you're supposed to be doing is rejecting them, keeping your distance."
"What?" I asked, confused and scared. His eyes
