Page 180 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

There it was. The question. Elliot laughed softly. Wrong reaction. He knew immediately. Ronan's eyes narrowed.

“Don't.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth.”

“You already know.”

“Do I?”

That one hurt. Elliot looked away. Ronan stepped closer.

“The night Mason died.”

“Yes.”

“Where were you?”

“Home.”

“When?”

“All night.”

Ronan stared. Elliot stared back.

“Ask me again.”

“What?”

“Ask.”

Ronan's jaw tightened.

“Where were you when Mason Kerr died?”

“Home.”

Again.

“Where were you when he screamed?”

“Home.”

“Again.”

Ronan froze. Elliot hadn't meant to say it. The word had simply come. Ronan stared at him.

“What?”

Elliot's pulse quickened.

“Ask me again.”

Something changed in Ronan's face. Not suspicion. Anger.

“Stop fucking playing with me.”