Chapter 138

• Ronin stood outside the club, his breath shaky. He felt sick—so damn sick.
• He knew Eric hated him. He had accepted the fact—had convinced himself that they would never be the same. But this… what he did to Willow… how could Eric even live with something like that? Did his hands not shake when he made Willow bleed? Did his heart not rip out of his chest, seeing her in so much pain? How? How could someone do that to their own family? He failed to understand. He simply couldn’t wrap his head around it.
• He looked up at the sky and felt just as dark and barren from the inside. It just… nothing made sense. His chest felt packed with a kind of emotion that threatened to make his bones crack. His head ached, his temples burned, and his shoulders felt depleted.