Ronan's POV
I wasn't sure how long I stood out there for, but if the goosebumps that was slowly making its way to my skin meant anything, then it was the fact that I'd been out here long enough for the cold to start seeping in. While that wasn't exactly a good condition to be in, nothing bothered me more than the fact that I still had to go inside.
I'd never been more skeptical to go into my own crib as I was right now. I'd heard a saying that the woman usually made the house a home, while I agreed with that, no one actually mentioned that they could very well turn it into a graveyard, or worse, a prison.
The house was quiet when I walked in, too quiet, and I should have taken that as my first sign that things were far from okay over here. There was no creak of footsteps, no music, n
