Seal My Fate (The Oxford Legacy, #3)

by Roxy Sloane

“Says the man who keeps a Taylor Swift record hidden in the back of the case. Yes, I found it,” I add, smirking. “You’re going to have to work harder to hide your guilty pleasures, now I’m living under the same roof.” “Who’s guilty?” Saint retorts, his dark eyes sparkling with mirth. “You know me, darling. I embrace all my pleasures wholeheartedly. And for the record, folklore is an underrated classic.”

Ofc saints a swiftie

“The bird is for Wren,” he says softly. “So you can carry her with you, always.”

As if everything has finally clicked into place for me, and now I finally know my place in the world after a lifetime of reckless searching. No longer the disappointing second son, the rebel heir, or wayward professor. Just her man.

No matter what happens next, I won’t let anyone hurt her. She’s mine, and I’m going to keep her safe. Whatever the price.

“Tessa…” Saint’s voice is like steel. “You’re not coming.” I arch my eyebrow. “Well, that would be a first with you.”