As Lady Morgana had predicted, Ronan didn't spare her ears from his relentless ranting. Standing with her back leaning against a bookshelf in the coven's archives, Lady Morgana touched her forehead with a weary sigh.
"Are you quite done yet?" The Coven Leader questioned, eyeing Ronan with a sideways glare, clearly averse to his tone.
After his confession with Vivian, the Lycan Alpha enquired whether she'd eaten or not, and when she replied that she hadn't because she couldn't muster the appetite to indulge in food while he was in a dire state, the man stormed straight to Lady Morgana.
"You're telling me you couldn't force her or use fear to ensure she'd eaten?" Ronan arched his brow condescendingly, folding his arms across his chest. "I find that hard to believe, Morgana."
The Coven Leader was renowned for her ability to make anyone yield to her will with words alone, yet Vivian had defied that ability.
Why was Ronan lashing out on her about it?
