'Knowing Ruthless's temper, he'll definitely come charging over to kill me. I could very well end up dead in bed.' The thought alone gave Ronan goosebumps.
The usually quiet Hayden now seemed quite intrigued, giving Ronan a meaningful glance. "I hear Ruthless is throwing a tantrum in the Nether-realm right now."
Whatever that man did, it must have been an outrageous offense. It sent Ruthless into a thundering rage, and he's been viciously drilling his subordinates for days, leaving them all in misery.
"..." Ronan slumped into the sofa, but his ears perked up at Hayden's words. 'The Golden-Haired Lion King is throwing a fit?'
'It wasn't like I did it on purpose... but thinking back, maybe it was a *little* intentional. But I regret it now, okay? Is there some kind of do-over potion I can take?'
Abigail reached out and hauled him up from the sofa. "Stop burying your head in the sand and talk. Otherwise, we'll ship you straight to Ruthless. I'm sure he'd be very grateful."
