RIKA
I woke up in a dark room lit only by flickering candles scattered across every surface, and the first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull like someone had used it for drum practice, my bands and feet were tied with strong ropes.
Footsteps echoed outside the heavy wooden door, slow and measured and confident, and I recognized that gait immediately with its slight drag of the left foot from an old motorcycle accident. My jaw clenched because I knew exactly who was coming, and anger flooded hot through my veins before the door even opened.
The hinges creaked as the door swung inward, and Ronan walked in wearing dark jeans and a grey henley that showed off his arms, his leather cut with Ghost Riders patches displayed prominently. His dark hair was styled perfectly like he'd just
