Ronan's POV
The bottle smashed against the wall, just missing Klaus's head.
"Get out!" I shouted, grabbing another bottle from the table. "Before I throw this one at you!"
Klaus didn't move. He stood there in my camp, looking at me like I'd gone crazy. Maybe I had.
"You're drunk," he said.
"And you're still standing. Want me to fix that?" I took a long drink. The whiskey burned my throat, but not as much as the picture in my head. Penelope picking Zayne over me.
"She did it to save all of us," Klaus said.
I laughed, but it was cold and angry. "Save us? She married a vampire prince! She's probably with him right now, letting him touch her, letting him.."
Klaus moved fast. His fist hit my face, and I stumbled back.
"Don't," he growled. "Don't talk about her like that."
I wiped the blood from my mouth and grinned. "Truth hurts, huh? Your mate picked someone else. Again."
