“I knew full well this might be the last time her lips touched mine. A kiss to remember and be remembered by. We’d had too little time, and now, we might be at the finish of it. And as we parted, all too soon, she spoke, ruby-red lips curling. “‘I don’t love ye, Gabriel de León.’ “I kissed her knuckles, one at a time. ‘I don’t love you too.’ “She laughed then, eyes feral and bright with battlelust. ‘See ye in the dún.’
