He grabbed Arielle's chin to look at him. Ariel shook her head and abruptly closed her eyes, not wanting Ronan to see the change in her eyes. The man kissed her eyelids, then went down to kiss her lips.
Arielle tried to break free, but Ronan's embrace was exceedingly tight.
"Ronan!"
Hearing her loud protest made the man stop. Arielle immediately looked away when she met his gaze.
"You have not answered my question. What Are you afraid of?"
Arielle shook her head slowly and hugged her own knees. Ronan was still leaning back in the bathtub, ignoring his wet clothes. His hand wrapped around Arielle's hips as his eyes scrutinized her small and frail back.
"If what you're afraid of is that I no longer love you because the color of your irises has changed, then you're wrong," said Ronan firmly.
The man's words managed to make Arielle twist her neck to look back at him.
"Finally, you look at me again. Come here. I miss you."
