Chapter Forty Six {Ronan}

Nothing in this world prepared me for this. All my years, I've been taught control and how to stay in control, how to make people bend to my rules without objections. It has never been a chore for me. That is, making people bend. I never had to apply too much pressure, call it a gift. Sometimes it gets boring, watching people do my bidding without objections or any say to the matter. They just.... Do it. Of course any objections will result to immediate execution but won't it be more fun if they did?

I stare at Christian's calloused hands, how they grip the silverware utensils with a gentleness a man like him should not be able to posses. Those hands, dosed in blood of many raised me into what I am today. Never will I complain of the world I happen to fall into. Many would expect me to wail and lament of how horrible it was growing up but no, it wasn't. To some, it is but to me it was more of an entertainment. I live everyday, eager for what tomorrow will bring. I have everything yet