Page 312 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“So maybe making you become something because of me is the next best thing.”

Cold moved through Ronan. He understood. Corruption as proof of possession. Not getting Elliot. Changing what Elliot loved. Ronan looked toward the dark window.

“Then we don’t give him that.”

Elliot stared.

“We?”

Ronan groaned.

“Don’t.”

“You keep saying it.”

“I know.”

“You keep choosing it.”

Ronan looked down at him. There was that dangerous happiness again. Ronan touched the fresh bite at his shoulder. Then caught Elliot’s jaw.

“Listen carefully.”

Elliot did.

“I am not becoming you.”

“I don't want you to.”

“I am not killing anybody for you.”

“Good.”

“I’m not letting Saint turn whatever this is into his fucking story.”

Elliot’s expression hardened.

“Good.”

“And if you ever decide that protecting me means putting that mask on again without telling me…”

Ronan tightened his grip slightly.

“I’ll turn you in myself.”

Elliot stared. Then nodded.

“Okay.”

Ronan released him. Elliot settled back against his chest. Several minutes passed. Ronan almost fell asleep. Then Elliot whispered:

“Ronan?”

“What?”

“If you ever do turn me in…”

Ronan waited. Elliot’s voice came quieter.