Lisa’s POV
“Hey, Lisa.”
His voice echoed through the room, but it felt directed at only me. It rattled my bones, causing my hairs to stand on end.
Even before turning I knew just who it was. I froze. The little girl I’d been helping stiffened, her small fingers clutching at my skirt as if I could protect her from whatever storm was coming. I could feel the heat of his fury already spilling over on everyone else.
Slowly, I straightened. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it. He definitely could. He was a werewolf after all.
Ronan stood there, his shoulders tense, his eyes locked on me. Those eyes, they pinned me in place, dark and wild, like a beast barely held at bay. I'd gone and done it now.
“Ronan, please, let’s not—”
“Don’t.” His voice wasn't a whisper anymore. “
