The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0587

I was entirely drawn into cleaning. So much so that the rest of the world seemed to fall into the background.

Maybe this was why I didn't notice right away the sound of footsteps and the slight drip of water down onto the ground from a very wet body.

Odd, I thought. Didn't I turn the facet off? Did it have a drip?

I turned my head toward the sink, when Ronan grabbed me by the back of the head, clutching a bunch of my hair, and yanked me backwards, off-balance and onto my ass.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he was prepared for that. He stuffed a soaking wet handkerchief into my mouth.

He started to drag me toward the door. I struggled, kicking my feet, while clawing at his wrist with my fingernails. But his hold was firm, and I couldn't seem to catch any friction on the floor.

"Why can't you just fucking die already?" Ronan snapped.

could reach really, knowing Veronica was just over in

if my plan worked or not, Ronan threw me out the back door.

spit the handkerchief from my

I hoped someone could hear me.

staring down with open disgust and hatred in his eyes. "I pity you. You don't know what

would never require someone to murder

hope spread through me. Maybe I'd gotten to

hope smashed down

entranced like a man possessed. "She asks so little of me, and accepts all of me. I will never betray

be listening to me at all. He was too far gone. Whatever delusion that had been spun for him or that

And I was surely about to

it a good foot