DESTINY
Ronan called me repeatedly, but I didn’t answer. Eventually, after the fifth call, I accepted the call.
“Why do you keep calling, Ronan?” I know, I know, he helped me, and I was being ungrateful.
“Well thank God! I was just about to go over there. Fucking answer your damn phone. I thought something happened to you.” He sounded concerned. At least someone was.
“Sorry. I just didn’t feel like speaking to anyone. My father-in-law just left.” I know it didn’t seem like much of an explanation, but Lord Barrington had riled me up.
“Oh… you could have at least just sent me a message, Destiny.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes at his hurt sounding tone. “I suppose. Thank you for your concern though. Maybe you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” My head still hurt, and I had trouble remembering some things. But I guess that was to be expected, I banged my head damn hard.
A short pause followed. “You know how I feel about you.”
