For a moment, Ronan just stares at Hennessy. Then something shifts in his expression. It begins with his eyes, their blue intensifying like a flash of lightning as they narrow. A mirthless smile tugs at his lips, drawing across his face until his teeth are bared and ready to snap at her.
But he doesn't snap. He laughs.
It's an ugly, cruel sound. It cuts through her accusation like a knife. Because she isn't just wrong in her assumption. She's wrong about all of it. So far off the mark she's as good as blind.
Just as quickly as his laughter erupted, it dies. "You wish," he says, his voice even darker than usual. "Wouldn't that be so much easier for you? You don't have to think about how bad you're fucking me if you can tell yourself you're fucking them. That's how you can pretend it wasn't me you were trying to get rid of all along."
His gaze flicks, then, to something behind Hennessy. Someone behind Hennessy.
"What do you think?" he asks — but he isn't asking Hennessy. "Have I made my choice or am I your mindless pawn?"
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But he doesn't snap. He laughs.
It's an ugly, cruel sound. It cuts through her accusation like a knife. Because she isn't just wrong in her assumption. She's wrong about all of it. So far off the mark she's as good as blind.
Just as quickly as his laughter erupted, it dies. "You wish," he says, his voice even darker than usual. "Wouldn't that be so much easier for you? You don't have to think about how bad you're fucking me if you can tell yourself you're fucking them. That's how you can pretend it wasn't me you were trying to get rid of all along."
His gaze flicks, then, to something behind Hennessy. Someone behind Hennessy.
"What do you think?" he asks — but he isn't asking Hennessy. "Have I made my choice or am I your mindless pawn?"