Chapter98

#Chapter98

/"But you — I made you — /"

/"Babes, here./" Ronan flinched as those hands reached to cradle him, to brush the damp away from his cheeks and trace shapeless patterns across them. /"I'm good, babes. Look at me. I'm not upset. I'm not angry. Look at my face, Ronan. The only thing I am is concerned for you, and that's because it breaks my heart to see my baby cry. I'm alright. Are you?/"

Was he?

Question of the century. How could it jump from euphoric pleasure to Halloween town in the space between one breath and then next? So either he was insane, or far from okay. Neither option was particularly appealing.

/"Is it okay if I don't wanna talk about it right now?/" Ronan whispered. /"Because it will bring the nasty feeling back and then I'll cry again./"