Maeve was no mountain and had no idea what she would do, but none of it mattered. Mal was all she wanted, and she would sacrifice everything to stay by his side. Every ounce of her inheritance. Her last name. It was all on the cutting room floor now. All the fortunes of the world couldn’t buy her loyalty. No offer of power could buy her love. She wanted to be drenched in him. In his scent and his skin. Suffocated by his Magic. They pulled away from one another, Maeve’s breathing quick. Mal ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “They will not take you from me,” he assured her.
