Ronan Ross straightened his slumped shoulders and stepped forward towards the unforgivable intruder.
"Now. One question. Your final and cut short answer. Listening?"
Ronan's serene yet forceful tone pricked his ears, which could induce fear in anyone.
Ronan's stare was fixated upon the squirming silhouette, down in his feet.
Niall was crouched down on the floor holding his left ear in hand, which was throbbing with pain and burning red.
Whilst contrary to his burning ear, he felt a cold chill in his body. Niall could not comprehend that why the villa suddenly became so cold, perhaps because a piercing stare was penetrated onto his face.
A merciless stare.
Niall gulped his fear, he was aware that this was coming if he dared to step inside. He could see the terror of the devil standing above his head, Niall saw the reflection in Ronan's neatly polished shoes.
