Miles
His hand was still at my collar, with his jaw tight and eyes wild, and a growl low in his throat.
Ronan.
I could smell the heat rolling off him, the rage towards me. It filled the office like smoke.
"Let me go," I said, my voice calm, even as my back dug into the wall.
He didn't move. Just repeated, slower this time, more dangerous, "What did you put on her?"
I met his stare. "Nothing that wasn't meant to help."
He yanked me forward, and I let him, just enough. Let him think he had power here. Let him feel it.
"You're lying."
I tilted my head. "She asked for control. I gave her control."
"You gave her silence," he hissed. "You gagged her soul and wrapped it in silver."
"She was spiraling……."
"You strangled her."
His breath hit my face. And for
