Chapter 41

Ronald's POV 

"Ronald. I know you're here."

Shoot.

Well, there's no way I can escape this. He has already confirmed my presence in HIS room.

"What are you doing here?" he doesn't faze, the question bouncing off my back which faces him. I'm back with my human form and face the wall instead, glaring at the photo frame which entraces the beauty of my Jane, the younger form of herself featuring behind the glass on the glossy paper.

"Nothing. Just remembering how to invite a guest. Make them really 'comfortable'." I slowly turn back with a smile on my face. His eyebrows crashes together which is amusing to me, and I try to irk him more. I don't exactly know why, but I tend to go with the flow of course.

I mimic his actions by folding my arms over my chest, glaring back at him until he takes one dangerous step towards me.

There's this incredible agony that shoots through the sides of my head, my brain willing to explode all o