Page 168 of The Silver Ones
He let out a laugh, repositioning his feet. "We could always use the fur."
She snorted. "The only fur you should worry about is that of Marcus and Enola."
Ronan's face darkened. His nan always had a fire in her that he loved, and it made him realize how heavy he was brooding. "I am focusing on the Callons first. I've got plans to have Jackson skinned."
"Keeping the fur?"
"Not for myself."
"Who then?" she asked with the nosiness of Suna. "Better not be for Jemma."
"Not Jemma, nan. For another.”
"Good, good," she said. She placed a hand on his arm, which was warm against the cold air, and he gently looked down at her. "You will thrive, Ronan. Pick a strong Luna, and she will carry the weight that you find burdensome. Freya was your father's greatest asset. Don't underestimate how important that bond can be."
He sucked in the cold air and looked over his father's ghost tree one last time. His energy returned to him, and he placed a hand on his nan’s shoulder and leaned in, touching their foreheads. "Thank you for your words," he said, kissing her forehead and pulling her in for a hug.
"Thank you for coming back alive," she said with a shake in her voice as she leaned into him.
It was all calm. For now.
