Page 6 of Descent

When he pulls away, he presses a kiss to my forehead, resting his lips for several seconds before pulling back to look me in the eye.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

It isn’t said like a question, it’s a promise. A guarantee. Out of anyone in the world, I know without a doubt Vincent is a man that would keep his word, with me at least, or die trying.

I give him a soft smile and a nod before he crawls out of bed and we both get ready for the day. He leaves while I’m in the shower, and once I’m dressed in the outfit Ronan left out for me, I throw my hair into a braid and follow him out of the dorm.

Looking over my shoulder, I cast one more look inside. I wasn’t here long, but it had already begun to feel like home. It’s sad, in a way, that I’m leaving it behind. Even more sad to think of what lies ahead. I guess the one plus side is that my stalker will, no doubt, have a harder time breaking into Asher’s house. At least, I really hope so; I can’t really take much more of anything right now.

Ronan walks me out to his car, opening the door for me as I see a black SUV begin to follow us. I give Ronan a questioning glance as he reaches over, cupping my thigh as he speaks.

“That’s Wesley, your driver.”

“I have a driver?”

He nods. “Now that you’re off campus you’ll need a ride, so you aren’t stranded at the house or dependent on Asher,” he says, a sour sound leaving his mouth on his nephew’s name.

“He has all of your stuff in the car and will bring it inside for you when we get there. You’ll like him, we’ve been friends for years.”

I nod, looking out the window for a moment before I speak.

“Can I trust him? Like, does he know about us? Or the guys?”

I turn to see Ronan go back and forth, like he can’t quite decide before he shakes his head.

“If I was going to trust anyone outside of the guys with our secrets, it would be Wesley. But no, don’t trust him.”

I frown at that. “Why not?”

His bright blue eyes come to me as his hand squeezes my thigh harder.

“Because you’re too important, baby. It’s not worth the risk. Under normal circumstances, he’d take anything we needed to the grave, but we are all human. We all have our breaking points, our exceptions. I don’t want to risk him knowing anything.”

“Do you think it would really come to that? That Christopher or my father would find out and…”

“Kill us all?” Ronan cuts me off. “Absolutely. Without hesitation.”

I wince, looking back out the window. He couldn’t have lied to me or something?

When we get to the house, Asher’s cars are all there, and that heavy feeling of dread is alive and well, sinking lower and lower into my stomach. I hear Ronan mutter under his breath as he parks before releasing my leg.

“C’mon, I’ll introduce you to Wesley and take care of…that,” he says, as he gestures to one of Asher’s cars.

I’m not sure what he means by take care of it. He obviously doesn’t mean, kill his nephew so that I don’t have to look at his disgusting vile face ever again.

Too bad.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I go to grab my door when it’s pulled open for me. A guy dressed in all black is there, his hand outstretched and offering to help me out of the car. I hesitate for a moment before I accept, looking up at the tall blond man with dark blue eyes. Where Ronan’s are bright and light like a pool, this man’s are deep like the ocean.

His eyes stay on me for a few seconds longer than probably appropriate before he seems to shake himself, giving me a kind smile and a head nod.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Parris.”

I nod in return, giving him a polite smile as Ronan rounds the car. He closes the distance between him and Wesley with a handshake that looks more friendly than formal, before they pull each other in for a hug.

“It’s been a while,” he smiles.

Ronan nods.

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