Kim X Ron Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rollings barked out a laugh and patted Damien on the back “Let’s go nurse that over with a drink buddy” Damien slapped his hand away and growled "Fuck off" "Katy, it was lovely to meet you,” Ronan said when another car joined the line, with his hands coming to rest on my upper arms he drew me in a kissed my cheek one after the other. Oh my, how charming. I might have swooned a little. “You too Ronan” I pulled back with a smile. My slim purse clenched between my fingers. “Here girl. You’re awesome” Rollings chucked me under the chin and patted my ponytail, then lifted his hand for a fist bump, I knocked my fist with his and mimicked an explosion with my mouth.

Someone near the back said something I couldn't catch, and someone else laughed quietly. I did not turn to follow him. I stared straight ahead and kept my heartbeat as controlled as I could manage, which was becoming more difficult by the second. I knew his reputation. Everyone did. Ronan Bloodcrest had broken a Daxton heir's arm in a sparring match at fourteen and apologised to no one. He and Kieran had a history that spanned years. Brutal inter-pack trials, ranking competitions where both of them had walked away bleeding, a rivalry that people talked about the way they talked about old wars.