While Ronan continued his meticulous massaging, Vivian sighed in bliss in her sleep. Unbeknownst to her, the therapeutic feeling was not merely a dream.
She seems quite relaxed. Ronan's Lycan resurfaced in his mind, peering at the she-wolf through his host's predatory amber eyes. Why are you doing it for her? Trying to make up for earlier?
I liked you better when you didn't speak to me all these years. Ronan bit back, already feeling a throbbing headache knocking at his brain due to his Lycan's awakening. I do what I want.
You're contradicting yourself. Or are you actually intending to use her to break the curse? The Lycan questioned, not withholding the boldness in its questions. What exactly are you doing Ronan?
I don't know. The man replied acerbically and dismissed the Lycan's influence from his mind, returning to the important task at hand.
