Bridget blanched. “What did you call me?”
Ronan clutched at his head as he forced himself upward into a sitting position. “Beloved?”
“You hit your head too hard there, merfolk creep,” Bridget said.
Ronan’s eyes grew wide. “How can you say that, Bridget? After everything we’ve shared?”
“Shared? I don’t even know you!” Bridget snapped. “I don’t know who you think I am but you’ve got the wrong idea.”
“But, Bridget –” Ronan began once more.
Bridget looked straight at Nicholas. “This guy must be a stalker.”
Given Bridget’s fame, it was possible, I supposed, that Ronan had some kind of delusion that Bridget and he were in love and that he had to prove something. But Julian’s digging showed that Ronan and Bridget did know each other for real. They had even been something like friends.
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