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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