The Reaper's Savior

Years

am so sorry. Was – did it h

e blooming from beneath his Macbook and inhaled sha

eeping into the device through the keyboard. "I only have all of my work documents and files on it – along wit

, its dark screen seemingly mocking

hi

ea

e Macbook, faltering when he shook his head curt

soon enough. But I need to leave now – as do you. So..."

et me take care of the repairs," she in

n, Ronan might have entertained the notion. She was certainly more courteous than most of h

o, and he had been ready to say goodbye – even before sh

ffering a fling breakfast the morning after. He should have let h

s were always in p

worry your pretty little head about it," he smiled down at her, walkin

the last thing he wanted was to come off as upset so she wouldn

oubt ask when she would see him again – a question Ronan had no interest in entertai

ye, Ca

and turned away, muttering something under her breath about men and commitmen

ived him because they would never se

chen to face the crime scene again, sighing at the mess t

was already not off to a great start. If the accident involving his laptop had been the only incident

onslaught of nightmares that often lingered f

the point he could recognize the onset of dread before

ered, always in so much pain, writhing as the heels of

then, and when his attackers eventually wandered away, their attention shifting off him ultimately, the f

keep his interactions with other people to a minimum afterward. However, he h

rrounding him, Ronan knew his only

of his nose as his other hand fished around his pockets for

s call logs, and the receiver – ever reliable

thing alright? I'm supposed to

arketing. They'd eat you for brunch." Ronan teased with a grin, heading upstairs to put

Felix remarked dryly. "In that

y laptop unusable for the foreseeable future.

ed thoughtfully. "D

f dunce of a CEO would I be if I preached about device sa

was afraid I'd have to res

I owe you a huge party for when you eventually manage to get it done. Anyway, I left my tablet in my office last night, so I j

aye, C

s phone into his pocket, making a brief stop by his bedsi

se, something tugged at his chest as

didn't, dismissing the thought c

*

ix yawned, tapping rapidly ag

managed to secure the attention of many potential investors. We just need to keep up t

ix nodded, frowning as his phone began to vib

he took his eyes off his cup of coffee, surprised to find his assist

he asked

at. "It's Chris. He says your p

waved his hand

bother me in the middle of the week. Whatever petty

es already telling Ronan all he needed to

you. It's Caspian. – and he say