Chapter 42

NADINE

That damn asshole!

I was sitting in the back of my car, my fingers wrapped around my phone so hard I was amazed it didn't break in two. My heart was still pounding, not from the kiss—because, God, that was unremarkable—but from the manner in which Ronan had pulled me away, like he had any damn business doing so.

Like he had the right to dictate who I kissed and who I didn't. As if he might