Page 96 of Jaded Soul (Kovalyov Bratva 3)

“No, I mean it. That was beautiful.”

“It was always my favorite as a kid,” she admits.

“I can see why. Will you sing it again for me?”

She looks at me for a long moment. Then she nods and starts the song all over again.

Her words dip towards the end of the lyrics, and I can tell that she’s tired.

Her eyelashes are fluttering closed more often than not and her arms are getting heavier across my chest.

I reach out and pull the thick rug from the bench. Pulling it over us, I settle my head back.

And then I relax into the first night of peaceful sleep that I’ve had since Sean left.

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