Chapter 65

• RONAN’S POV
• The car purred beneath us, all polished black and expensive leather. I watched the cemetery come into view through the tinted windows, headstones scattered across rolling green like broken teeth. My fingers closed around the small pouch in my palm. The charm inside felt warm against my skin.
• "Why are we doing this?" Ewan's voice cut through the silence. He sat across from me, shoulders hunched, staring out his window. "And why aren't you wearing black, Mother?"