#Chapter32
/"Fai la ninna, fai la nanna, con'sto fialio non c'è più pace, fai la ninna, fai la nanna, pupo bello della mamma, ninna oh, ninna oh,/" Raven sang softly. His arms were iron cages, a beacon of safety that protected him from the cruelness of the world, and as Ronan snuggled deeper into his chest, he felt so . . . exhausted. But not in the kind of way sleep could fix. Not in the kind of way the adjective could truly bring justice.
/"What does that mean, birdie?/" he whispered, peering up. The worry and anger that had been present when he'd first pulled up had drained, leaving behind a tiredness that reflected just how Ronan felt. /"It sounded pretty./"
