PENELOPE'S POV
The plate shattered against the wall.
"You lied to me!" I screamed at Ronan, my hands shaking with anger. "Three attacks, Ronan! Three people died, and you said nothing!"
He stood there like a statue, not even trying to duck when pieces of broken ceramic flew past his head. His face was calm, but I could see the guilt in his dark eyes.
"I was protecting you," he said quietly.
"Protecting me?" I laughed, but it sounded bitter. "Like you protected those other people? Like you protected me yesterday when that assassin almost killed me?"
"That's different."
"How is it different?" I grabbed another plate from the table. "Because I'm special? Because I'm the great Lycan Queen who's supposed to save everyone?"
This plate hit the wall right next to his head. He didn't move.
"Yes," he said simply.
The honesty in his voice made me stop. My hand froze halfway to another plate.
