Lillian gave Ronan an exasperated look.
"You don't understand," she said. "When I found out, it was already too late. He already got poisoned. I did my best to help. I was also searching for an antidote..."
"Spare me," Ronan interrupted her briskly, holding a hand up to stop her from completing a speech in her defense. "I don't want to hear it. You were so quick to act on your interest, but you never bothered to tell me any of your plans. I was stupid enough to dance according to your tune."
"Ronan, I was not... You were not dancing to my tune at all," Lillian tried to placate Ronan, but it was futile.
Lillian was not the one who almost lost her mate.
Lillian was not the one who almost died.
Whatever Lillian said at this point did not matter to Ronan.
The Alpha rubbed at his temples and sigh. When he removed his hand, Lillian saw the hunger for vengeance gleaming in his eyes.
