Page 373 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Ronan scanned the room. No visible person. Rebecca remained behind the glass. A red emergency lever sat beside her chamber door. Flood control. Fuck. Saint continued.

“I’m disappointed.”

“In what?”

“You brought him.”

Elliot looked at Ronan. Ronan smiled toward the speaker.

“Hi.”

Saint went silent. Ronan’s smile widened. Elliot almost laughed. Then Saint said:

“You’re prettier angry.”

Ronan’s face hardened. Elliot stepped forward.

“Don’t.”

Ronan looked at him. Possession recognized possession again. Saint laughed.

“There.”

Elliot stared toward the ceiling.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to see whether he could stop you.”

“From?”

“You know.”

Elliot’s jaw tightened.

“No.”

“Liar.”

Ronan touched his wrist. Promise. Elliot breathed. Saint continued.

“Claire was easy.”

Rage. Ronan tightened his grip.

“Dylan easier.”

More rage.

“Your mother…”

The speaker paused.

“She was disappointing.”

Elliot’s entire body tightened. Ronan whispered:

“Be good.”