Abigail Ashworth held up her hands innocently and shrugged. "This has nothing to do with us. Ronan brought this all on himself."
With just one sentence, she absolved them all of any blame.
If you needed a textbook example of instant betrayal, Abigail Ashworth was it. Poor Ronan. He had no idea the person he feared most was on their way, all because his so-called comrades had sold him out completely.
Ruthless just listened with a dry laugh. 'Yeah, right. Tell it to someone who'll believe you.'
"So, aren't you going to go grab him now? I went to a lot of trouble for you, you know," Abigail Ashworth said, raising an eyebrow at Ruthless as she fished for praise.
'Oh, Ronan, Ronan,' she thought. 'Don't blame me for being a bad friend. The Golden-Haired Lion King came looking for you himself, and we just can't resist watching the show.'
Ruthless shot her an indifferent glance before turning and walking out the door.
'Ronan, you just wait!'
