My blood began to simmer. “Tell me, did you sell your soul, or does evil just run in the family?” “Genetics probably play a factor in it. You should know. You have your mother’s blood in you.” He could humiliate me all he wanted, but I wasn’t giving him my mother’s memory. “Stop lying about her,” I growled. He raised a brow, lips tilting as he taunted, “Your mother was sick, kotyonok. And I mean in a strangling-puppies way. Though, sick or not, from what I’ve heard, she was a great fuck—” I threw my tea in his face. All the pent-up resentment burst like a party popper, all over Ronan’s somehow calm and furious expression. Tension drowned the oxygen in the room before everything went deathly still. I was frozen to my chair, blood pulsating with adrenaline and a cold sense of dread. He wiped his face with a hand, voice cool but restrained between clenched teeth. “Pll give you a head start.” If I ran from him, he would chase me. If I didn’t run... He would kill me. Terrifying things like FedEx boxes danced in my mind. Fear pierced my lungs and stole the breath from within. My chair tipped backward to the floor when I jumped to my feet, and then, I fled the room knowing I should have quit while I was ahead. OceanofPDF.com