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“I won’t keep this from you. Not anymore. But you should know that even though I’m giving you this …” The hoarseness in her voice brought his gaze to hers. Tears shone in her beautiful eyes. “I love you, Fionn. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone.

Rose, Fionn thought as he struggled to keep from speeding past Conall, I’m coming for you, mo chroí.

The last thing she wanted was Fionn waking up while she was gone and getting the wrong idea. After all, she was bringing the dagger to him. Rose would offer it to him. And hope like hell Fionn made the right choice.

It was incredible. Like they really were two halves of one whole and all that cheesy romantic stuff just happened to be true. So how could he still cling to his vengeance? When they could have this … forever?

He never wanted to let go. He was fucked. Literally and figuratively. Because Fionn realized now that he wanted Rose Kelly more than he wanted revenge. He wanted to lose himself inside her for eternity.

Fionn wanted to wake to Rose Kelly every morning, to make love to her, to fuck her, to drown in her. To protect her. Yet to do that, he’d have to give up his revenge against Aine. Hundreds of years of single-minded focus was obliterated by this slip of woman.

Disappearing into the library, he immediately regretted choosing it as a destination. As he pulled on his jeans, memories of fucking Rose against the bookshelves were fresh and vivid. Damn, he’d never look at his library the same way again.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered hotly against her lips. “I need to hear the words.” And understanding why turned the lust hot and thick inside her to something so much more. She loved him.

The ache that had lived inside Rose since she first realized she had deep, complicated feelings for Fionn bloomed inside her until there was no room for anything else. It pushed at her lungs until she was breathless. And only Fionn could breathe the air back into them.

No one had ever kissed her like Fionn. Like she was air. Life. Food and water all in one.

As much as Fionn craved Rose’s company—and craved was the only word for it because his entire being lit up as soon as she ventured into his vicinity—he needed space.

As much as Fionn craved Rose’s company—and craved was the only word for it because his entire being lit up as soon as she ventured into his vicinity—he needed space.

Thoughts that may still be on a path to revenge, but hopefully that path was now blocked by the obstacle of their bond.

“Eternity wasn’t a gift for you because you’ve spent the last three centuries without me,” Rose responded boldly.

“Her hate for the fae was stronger than her love for me.” “No,” Rose said, her voice gentle, free of accusation. “Her thirst for vengeance was greater than her love for you.”

“A mating is a gift, mo chroí. I never saw it as such until now … and although ours cannot last, there is still time for us to revel in it, however short-lived it might be.”

“And despite the warm temperature, your nipples are hard, mo chroí.” Rose immediately crossed her arms over her chest. “I blame the mating bond. It’s irrational and has a negative effect on my body. But my heart and mind are very much in control … I still hate you.”

Warm lips tickled hers as Fionn growled against them. “Stop playing games, mo chroí.” “Don’t call me that,” Rose snapped. He surprised her by kissing her. Just a soft, tickling brush of his mouth across hers. He might as well have flicked his tongue between her legs.

Rose had sacrificed herself to save Fionn’s life … and he wouldn’t even consider giving up his revenge for her.

The airport afforded Rose a quick shop for weather-appropriate clothing, such as little shorts, tank tops, and bikinis, along with new underwear. She was ready to lead Fionn on this merry dance called distraction.

Bran emitted a rare animalistic snarl. “You’re a bloody fool, Fionn Mór.” Then he hung up on him. Bran hung up on him. Again. It was like no one had any respect for him anymore.

“You hurt me,” she whispered, as she slipped a hand into his overcoat pocket. “I know.” The words seemed dragged out of him. “And I planned to let you go. But that was when I confused your actions for mine, or what mine would have been. I expected you to take revenge and instead … You…” He hesitated, something like awe in his eyes. “Rose, I need to keep you safe.”

Since she was sixteen years old, Rose had kept boys, and then men, at arm’s length. She was the one in control, always. The first time in her life when she couldn’t control her feelings for a man, and he turned out to be a traitorous, immortal asshole. Ironic, really.

Stirring beneath her fury was the hurt as she found a seat in one of the carriages. Rose had allowed Fionn beneath her skin. Into her blood. Into her heart.

Was Rose planning to take her vengeance upon him? Yes. He couldn’t trust her. Oh, mo chroí, he thought sadly, feeling the sting of her coming betrayal, revenge will always win.

“She left and then she returned and used my own fucking carotid sinus attack against me.” Bran snorted. “You sound almost proud of her.” He kind of bloody was, beneath his outrage.

And desperation was the emotion currently overwhelming him as he sat in the apartment, alone, while Rose was out there, fleeing him.

Fionn could trace her using the shit she’d left at the hotel. Although she wasn’t worried about facing him, being followed was an inconvenience. And once she did what she did next, the Irish bastard would definitely hunt her down. That didn’t scare her. Truthfully. There was so much rage inside her, Rose felt like she could obliterate him if she wanted to.

“It seems the Fates have other plans for you and me.” “Fuck the Fates.” Rose’s fury and betrayal tore through her as she focused on the thought of Gare d’Orléans, the city’s train station. “You’re dead to me, Fionn Mór. Come looking for me and I’ll make it so.”