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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.

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.