Page 360 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Elliot’s face transformed.

“No.”

Ronan caught him.

“No.”

“Get off me.”

“Promise.”

“MY MOTHER.”

“I know.”

“GET OFF ME.”

“No!”

Elliot fought him. Hard. Not trying to hurt. Trying to escape. Ronan wrapped both arms around him.

“Elliot.”

“LET GO.”

“LOOK AT ME.”

He didn’t. Ronan grabbed his face. Forced their eyes together.

“Look at me.”

Elliot’s breathing came fast. Wild. This wasn’t the cold killer. This was panic. Pure.

“Saint wants this.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“They want you to break the promise.”

“Ronan—”

“They want you to become exactly what they think you are.”

Elliot stared. Ronan held tighter.

“Don’t fucking give them that.”

His eyes were wet now. Actually wet. No control left.

“She’s my mom.”

“I know.”

“What if—”