Val's P.O.V

A sigh escaped my lips, a sound of profound weariness, as I turned to face Ronan.

"What is it you want, Ronan?"

I asked, my mind trembling reminiscing especially what I did to him the past week, my tone drained.

"You, of course." He murmured gently, his voice a low slow tone, a calculated attempt at charm that only sparked disgust. He behaved like I didn't hurt him.

"Absolutely not."

My reply was a clipped denial, a firm barrier erected against his unwanted presence.

"Oh, ...