#Chapter 465: Old Enemies

Nina My hands shook as I watched Luke and Matt drag Ronan’s struggling body down the hall. Fresh blood matted the skin on his shoulder where Jessica’s fangs had pierced his flesh, but other than that, he was fine. The other battered intruders had already been hauled outside to await their fate. Matt secured Ronan in the downstairs office, his wrists firmly tired behind his back. Ronan said nothing the whole time, his eyes just boring into me, menacing and cold. Then, the door shut in my face, and I could hear Matt’s muffled voice for a few moments, followed by what sounded like a hard punch, and then another. The whole time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the closed door, my stomach churning. What was Ronan doing here? “Hey.” Luke’s gentle voice at my side made me jump. I tried to slow my ragged breathing as he watched me with a concerned look on his face. “You doing alright?” I ran a shaky hand through my hair. “Yeah. Just...shaken up, that’s all. I’ll be okay.”