#Chapter208
Ronan recoiled. Stepped back. Blew out a shaky breath. And then paused. There was a time when those words would have made him feel so small. So inferior. And they nearly did. He felt the painful clench in his gut. Shuddered against the falling sensation that prickled in his guy.
But then Tyler flashed to mind. The smug look he'd thrown him at the club before he'd bolted outside came to mind. Then the look of pure loathing while tied up at Raven's club.
He saw that, and suddenly Adam's words lacked weight. What were puppets, after all, if not amusing?
/"You made your worst fears into a reality, Adam,/" Ronan said, eying the curtain. It was an ugly blue sheet with tiny polka dots on. The shapes beyond were still just about visible, transpiring as shadows. /"I wouldn't have ended up with Raven if you hadn't hurt me so badly— I turned to him for comfort, and that's how we ended up catching feelings for each other. This is on you./"
