CHAPTER 4
Little selkie, little seal,
In the morning you will feel
Brush of waves in sea so deep
I will hold you while you sleep.
Macey woke to the same voice that had sung to her just before she'd fallen unconscious. This time, however, she recognised who it was. Rónán.
The selkie's baritone was rich and warm, embracing her, making her feel like he was hugging her.
Which was also true. She was lying on his lap, his arms around her chest, holding her while singing his lullaby. It felt rather good to be in his arms. She resisted smiling, not wanting him to know that she was awake.
"Little selkie, little seal,
Careful now, or they will steal
Keep your one true skin all wrapped
or you'll be forever trapped."
The tune turned sadder, and Macey couldn't help but ask, "Is that what ha
