The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

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.

reach

my plan worked or not, Ronan threw me out the back door. I landed with a thud on

the handkerchief from my

someone could hear me. "Why throw your life away? For me? You don't even

know what it's like to be in love. I would do

require

moment, he hesitated. A small shimmer of hope spread through me. Maybe

smashed down like waves on a rocky

possessed. "She asks so little of me, and accepts all of me. I will never betray her. Never desert her like so many others have before. Even if we cannot be together, I

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

I was surely about to become a victim

tried to crawl away, scrambling like a crab. I made it a good foot or two, before

Ronan said. An eerie sort of glee entered his voice. He was enjoying the chase almost as much as the thought