“Three years left,” I whispered in confession, biting back the angry tears. “Catching the witch’s ring would have reduced it to one. This curse, our temporary mate bond, your ownership has cost me my dream to open an apothecary shop.” Finn lowered a hand to caress my cheek, his pale eyes darkening. “Promise me, love,” he whispered back. “Promise me you’ll open that apothecary shop the moment you’re free.” “Is this a bargain?” I asked, my lips trembling. Shite, I would not break down. “Aye, make this bargain with me.” “Why do you even care?” His hand cupped my face as he stepped in closer. “The
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