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Finn’s smile was both sensual and biting. “I can think of several pleasant ways to punish your smart mouth, love.”
“Feck!” He hissed. “What the hell, Rynnie? Rule one!” “Rynnie?” I screeched in a war cry. We were beyond rule one at this point. “Hand over the ring, Finny, or I’ll do more than bite your arm.” “Oh, love,” he crooned, bringing the smug tilt of his lips close to mine. “The way you seduce me.” “Seduce—” Then he kissed me. He. Kissed. Me. Tongue and everything.
Tongue and everyything lmao
“Do her bidding, faeling, and your curse will be light. Or . . ." She dragged that same nail down my exposed chest and licked her lips. “Refuse the task and be cursed to the Otherworld and back, twice for you and thrice for not protecting your mortal mate.”
“Finnan Ó Brannon of Primry Green and Taryn Hunt of Beggar’s Hole,” she wheezed in delight and turned Taryn’s way. “One foot of freedom for each transgression is your curse.” With a snap of her fingers, five rings Taryn had lifted flew from her pockets and into the air. Three rings, two necklaces, a pair of earrings, and two hair combs departed my clothing at the same time. The stolen items gently fell into the crone’s hands and my throat bobbed. “Fifteen belongings you have taken. Fifteen articles of magic not yours.” The witch wheezed a laugh. “And so you will only know fifteen feet of
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“Three tasks you are offered, my pets. Three tasks, no more, no less. Three magical objects you must bring me, three magical objects not touched by your magic.” She lifted one finger. “The tooth of a Dobhar-chú.” A second finger joined the other. “The ruby Amulet of Oisín.” A third finger glared back me. “The Eye of Lugh in the tower of Corvus Rook.” My heart dropped into my stomach. Corvus Rook? Was she suggesting that Corvus and Rook were one and the same? Or worked together? “Your curse shall break,” the Crone continued, “only when all three objects are returned to me.”
Our heated eyes locked. The waist length, dark brown braid, usually draped down a shoulder, coiled on the ground beside her face. Flyaway strands framed her fevered cheeks. Her chest heaved against mine, the air between us charging with storm-building energy, and I almost forgot what I was thinking. Stars, the softness of her body moved beneath mine. And that anger-flushed mouth currently pressed into a firm line . . . I had kissed that mouth to shock her, part of my getaway plan. But I could still taste the sweetness of wild strawberries on her tongue.
“Finn . . .” her harsh, whispered breath fluttered across my lips and the blood in my veins rushed at the rough sound. I lifted a corner of my mouth. “Begging for another kiss, love?” “You can kiss my arse, love.” I grinned. “There are worse ways to spend fifteen feet of freedom.” “Get. Off. Me,” she seethed. “Will you be a good little unicorn beam of sunshine and not run?” “Unicorn—” She groaned. “I’ll sit fourteen feet from you.” “Ten, in case you fall backward.” “Are you kidding me?” “No,” I said, quite serious, though I was not. “Why would I fall backward?” I lifted a bored brow. “Pixies
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The banter!!!
“Taryn, my sweet whiskered alley rat, the one my soul calls Rynnie, I can’t deny our hot, sparking chemistry a second longer.” Her face fell in a here-we-go look that threatened a laugh to break through my clearly irresistible charm. “You keep seducing me, lass, despite my protests—” A muscle jumped along her jaw “—and, so, to save my tarnished reputation, I have decided to accept your proposal.” Placing a hand to my heart, I theatrically whispered, “Aye, I’ll marry you.”
“If we are married, we will be forced to work together.” “I know how marriage works in the guilds, Finn Brannon!” My fingers clawed into the dirt, wishing I were clawing out his eyes instead. “You want to know why I said, ‘not again?’” I paused to make sure I had his rapt attention. “Because the last boy who kissed me had used me to do his dirty work and abandoned me when caught. He wanted to marry me, he said. Wanted to be mine forever. But he needed the money first. Said my savings weren’t enough for the vows. I was fifteen and didn’t know the fae could marry without priests or witnesses.” A
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Uhhh give him th name
“You set me up!” “No, Black Beak did,” he threw back. “I had nothing to do with you being here, the debt you owe, nor did I make you do anything against your will. Thieves’ business, that’s all.” I deflated because he was right. And I hated that he was right. “You still kissed me.” “Aye,” he said with a humored tilt to his lips. “And I’d do it again, Taryn Hunt.”
“Ravens, one of the oldest fae, are sacred creatures to Faerie Folk,” he began, more seriously. “They See the future and the past, guard our fates, and guide us into the Otherworld. The old fae also can’t lie. Since the first breaths of time, we have made vows and bargains in their name for these reasons. Mate and indentured slave bargains, Rynnie,” he said slowly, as if talking to a village idiot, “are bound by ravens. It’s how the Thieves’ Guild has ownership over us too.”
“Fifteen days to break our curse, then we go our separate ways.” I rolled my eyes. “Fifteen feet of freedom. Fifteen transgressions. Fifteen days per fae laws. You fae and your riddles.”
“You were once a wild fae, weren’t you, Finn Brannon?” He considered me with a sharp eye, then lifted one of his trademark smiles. “The way you seduce me, love. Of course I still want to marry you. Make an honest male of me, Rynnie.” I groaned. He was such a self-absorbed eejit. "Fine, I'll make an honest male of you."
Finn settled on his knees before me and took both of my hands. Lifting one, he gently kissed the raven tattoo on my wrist. “Name only,” I reminded him, and I swore at myself for how breathless my voice became. He just winked. “I, Finnan Ó Brannon, mate bind myself to you, Taryn Hunt, for as long as we remain under the fifteen feet of freedom curse. I enter these binds without coercion and vow to put you before all others until we go our separate ways.” My mouth went dry. The heart in my chest was thumping violently against my ribs. Clearing my throat, I awkwardly croaked out, “I, Taryn Hunt,
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