#Chapter110
Instead, screaming at him, threatening him, it had poked at his anger and that was where the rows had started. And fuck . . . maybe Raven was right. Maybe Adam had been destroying him because towards the end, there hadn't even been any anger. Just . . . fear. He had stopped fighting back, and that . . .
/"Ro?/"
/"Sorry,/" Ronan said softly. /"Was just thinking./"
/"Did it hurt?/"
/"Aww, look at you stealing my lines. How original./"
/"You know us old geezers. Always trying to keep up with you whippersnappers./"
/"Hurry up and eat,/" Ronan said, rolling his eyes. /"And don't forget to put your dentures in before we leave./"
/"Hilarious./"
Ronan managed to clear his plate. Raven had seconds. He knew his birdie well enough to have predicted that and he'd plated up spares in preparation.
