#Chapter80
There were times in life where certain moments had a way of creeping up and smacking into you like the business end of a semi-truck.
This was one of those times.
A perspicuous web of slow motion had weaved silken threads around him, the world becoming a free fall of sharpened clarity; beneath the wild-and-free heart, the thing having slipped into its running shoes and set off in a dead-set gallop, his surrounding seems to succumb to a high definition distortion.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The impact against his chest, the thump-a-dump-dumping, it disrupted his sanity, and his mind became a crater for absolutely nothing.
So as Raven's words dangled in the air like a prime rib in a lion enclosure, an invitation for so many responses, so many follow ups, Ronan sat there gawping. And gawping.
