Could others hold him?"

His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one."

I swallow. "I can hold him.

“There is a little narrowing to his eyes at the end of it that makes me understa…”

“There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emo…”

“Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.”

“And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.”