Vivienne's POV
The ride home was a blur of Ronan's engine roaring underneath us. My frayed nerves attacked me from all angles, and I honestly thought I was going to lose it on this damn bike. Ronan on the other hand, didn't seem to be going through any of the stuff happening to me. He didn't say a word as he sped through the night, but I watched his body tense, how his muscles grew rigid under my hands where I clung to him. Every inch of him radiated anger, and in turn, they seeped into my skin, before settling deep inside my blood and letting me know I was in for a lot.
Ronan didn't even wait for me to dismount when we finally arrived. He pulled me off the bike, his fingers wrapping tightly around my wrist as he all but dragged me towards the front door.
I'd barely taken a couple of
