Lyra POV
When Travis felt threatened, he did what most cowards do, say something stupid.
He flashed his fangs at Ronan, ignoring me. “You’re pathetic. Letting a female control you? You’re weak.”
Ronan didn’t flinch at the insult, and for a moment I wondered if he’d even heard it. Then he raised his head, meeting my eyes with a flirtatious little smirk.
Travis growled; no doubt irritated at being ignored in favor of me. And Ronan knew it.
After I gave him a tentative smile back, only then did Ronan shift his gaze to Travis. His face grew hard, his eyes two dark glittering marbles ringed with gold.
“Weakness would be mistreating someone you’re sworn to protect, or being threatened by something you don’t understand. Weak,” he stressed, his eyes taking on a feral gleam, “would be denyin
