Chapter 5 - SECRETS IN THE DARK
The kiss changed the atmosphere of the penthouse from a sanctuary into a powder keg. I started noticing the details of Ronan's "security" business. The late-night meetings, the coded ledgers, the men who arrived with blood on their cuffs. I was sleeping in the guest room, but on the fifth night, a thunderstorm rattled the glass. I found Ronan in his study, nursing a scotch, looking exhausted. "You should be afraid of me," he admitted, staring into the amber liquid. "Finn was right about one thing. I am a monster." I crossed the room, took the glass from his hand, and sat on his lap. "You're my monster," I corrected softly. He buried his face in my neck, a ruthless king finally finding his queen.
