Chapter 111

• Ronan Duskcliff’s head throbbed as if split by a thousand sharp claws. He kept telling himself that everything he had done to Riley was for Tessa’s sake — yet the only thing he gained in return was Tessa’s cold, burning hatred.
• He didn’t understand how things had spiraled so far out of control.
• Ronan remained rooted to the spot, watching as Tessa’s fragile figure slowly vanished at the end of the corridor. Yet her resentment lingered in the air like a bitter scent, clawing at his mind, refusing to let go.