“I’ll never hurt you.” “I know.” “I mean it.” He snatched my hand up and held it to his bruised cheek. “I will never put a finger on you, Aoife Molloy. Never. Not on you or our kid.” “I know,” I repeated, leaning in close to press my forehead to his. “I’ll do right by you,” he vowed gruffly. “I swear I will.”
