IRIS
"What?" I whispered still in disbelief.
"Until I figure out what to do with you," Ronan added, turning away from me.
"Ronan…" I tried.
"Don't," he said and his voice cracked. "Don't say my name. Don't look at me. Don't…" He stopped, and I looked at his hands, they were shaking. "Just go." The guards moved towards me and before they reached me I dropped. My knees hit the floor so hard and pain shot through them, but I barely felt it. My hands reached for Ronan, wrapping around his leg as if I could physically stop him from leaving me behind.
"Please," I sobbed. "Please, Ronan, listen to me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never intended for any of this to happen. I didn't know. I didn't…" He stiffened but I clung tighter. And for a second, I believed he might look at me or even touch
