Ronan bows extremely low, his fluffy brown hair touching the floor before going back up to his tall height. “Why is it that I always have to be the one to pick you back up when you’re down, my Queen?”
“Where have you been?” I question with a frown. “I’ve wanted to talk to you but no one knew where you were.”
He pointedly doesn’t look at my neck where my mark proudly was. “Away.”
“Away where?” I pressed, resisting the urge to shake him.
“I don’t really know, my Queen.” Ronan ground his teeth together. “Can’t we just enjoy your ball?”
“It’s Lacey.” I corrected grimly. “Call me Lacey.”
He flinched back like I have slapped him. “You’re my Queen now.”
“Stop the crap, Ronan.” I all but yelled, the tone of my voice changing and surprisingly making the people around us step back. “You can’
