Chapter 3
Luna’s POV
“You have no idea,” Ronan said as the heavy door clicked shut behind us, locking us inside the dimly lit panic room.
The walls felt close, the air warmer and thicker, every sound muffled except for our breathing. No windows, no way out unless he opened it.
I turned to face him, my body still buzzing from the gym session, sweat cooling on my skin under the tight workout clothes.
“This is over the top even for you,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. “We had enough space in the gym.
Now you’ve got me trapped in this sealed box like I’m your personal project.
What, you think locking me in here is going to make me listen better?”
Ronan stepped closer, his broad frame taking up most of the room.
His eyes moved over my chest, down my stomach, then back up sl
