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.

the door, at anything I could reach really, knowing Veronica was just over in the living

Ronan threw me out the back door. I landed with

handkerchief from my mouth.

shouted. I hoped someone could hear me. "Why throw

You don't know what it's

require someone to murder for

of hope spread through me. Maybe I'd gotten to him.

down like waves on a

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 will see her

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

lost to his delusion. And I was surely about to become

it

eerie sort of glee entered his voice. He