Ronan wasn't so convinced that she could, his brow arching as he looked down on her. He didn't need to voice his doubts, they were as clear as day on his features, a dubiousness that sunk into the lines of his face like a frown. Deep set and stubborn. Still no gratitude, she was infuriating as she was beautiful, a dangerous combination that had his tongue flicking against his teeth.
"We both know that would be a waste." Again his words were twofold, a waste of her life and his anatomy. "You're very good at dodging questions. What do you want?" He repeated, somehow even firmer this time, claws not quite digging into the meat of her shoulders, but the suggestion was there. The idea he could.
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