Ronan and I stare at each other for a moment longer before we both rush into action. I hardly stumble on my way towards the window, worried about what the screaming could mean. Ronan slides back into the house before I do and gives me a hand to get in.
“Don’t think our game is over, kitten,” Ronan says, waiting a second longer than needed before letting go off my hand. “I am not done with my questions.”
I look back at him, letting our eyes meet. “Neither am I.”
He lets his gaze linger on my face, then nods.
We go out into the hallway. The screams sound even more horrifying inside the house. “I don’t suppose you think Grace found the rat I hid in her room, do you?”
I glare at him. “You are awful.” I process his words further. “Wait a minute, I sleep in the same room as Grace does.”
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