Ten
Ronan
I wasn't sure whether it was the cold air or my question, but as we cut through an open-ended alley toward her neighborhood, Gray sobered up pretty damn quick.
“It’s nothing.” She rubbed the skin on her wrist, the exact spot where the vamp had stuck in his pointy little fangs. “He’s helping me with something.”
Helping himself, more like it.
I shook my head, trying to put my anger on ice. Beaumont wouldn’t do anything to hurt her—I knew that. He also wouldn’t let her take a blood oath unless something serious had gone down.
My gut clenched.
“Helping you with what?” I pressed.
Gray shrugged, looking up at me just as we passed under a streetlamp. The yellow glow threw a harsh spotlight on the shiner under her eye.
Fucking hell.
I jammed my hands in my pockets, fighting the
