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.

door, at anything I could reach really, knowing Veronica was just

could see if my plan worked or not, Ronan threw

handkerchief

hear me. "Why throw your

dumb bitch!" Ronan snapped. He loomed over me, staring down with open disgust and hatred in his eyes. "I pity you. You don't know what it's like to be in love.

love would never require someone to murder

a moment, he hesitated. A small shimmer of hope spread through me. Maybe I'd gotten to him. Maybe

hope smashed down like waves on

so little of me, and accepts all of me. I will never betray her. Never desert her like so many others

at all. He was too far gone. Whatever delusion that had been spun for him or that he

to his delusion. And I was surely about to become

it a good foot or two, before he dove and caught my