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“Refuse the task and be cursed to the Otherworld and back, twice for you and thrice for not protecting your mortal mate.”
Finn softly blinked. “The most important part of the legend, Taryn, wasn’t that she was a virgin. Any maid would do, if so.” He tilted my head, then lowered his mouth to almost brush against mine, whispering, “It was that she be beautiful. And, love,” he paused, his voice growing rough, “your beauty is now proven legendary.”
Even after our mate bond was dissolved, I would tear down mountains if another male kissed her.
“Finn for typical murder eyes moods. Finny for those extra stabby feelings. And Finnan for when I’m ready to walk sixteen feet away and point a stick at your heart as you come flying back to me.” “That’s beautiful, love.”
“Steal a thousand kisses from my lips, Finnan. Then steal a thousand more.” My fingers traced along the edge of his ear to the point and he shuddered. “Make my heart your next catch.”
“I only want you, Taryn Hunt.” He bowed, kissing my hand and, while lowered, his gaze slammed into mine. “Only you, love.”
“Steal another kiss and don’t stop.” Dark green strands fell to his shoulders and tickled my cheek. “Even after our curse is broken, keep stealing kisses from my lips.” “Is this a bargain?” he asked me. “Yes, promise me, Finnan.”
“You are not a burden to me, lass. Caring for you is an honor I take seriously.”
“I want to take care of you,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want to protect you. And I would even if I didn’t owe Corbie your bride price. I would even if we weren’t bound as mates. You owe me nothing, Taryn Hunt. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Not a mistake. Not a regret.” A furious tear crested her lashes and rolled down her cheek. “I can ignore my vows and fight our bond same as you. Damn the consequences.” I leaned my forehead against hers and furiously whispered, “But I. Don’t. Want. To.”
“Aye, you are mine, Taryn Brannon Ó Dair,” Finn said, a crack in his voic. “Mine. There is no future where this will never not be true for me. Even though I want you to find love and happiness, open your shop, and have all the children you desire. Even though I may never see you again after our curse is broken. Even though our marks will disappear. You will always be my wife, my mate.”
Who knew that the boy who stole the ring I thieved would be the one I married—and twice. We were partners in crime, he and I. Attached at the hip now for an eternity. I could think of no better happily ever after than having Finn Brannon forever at my side.
Mainlanders, gather around for one last lesson. Don’t be afraid to let him catch your heart, even if he’s an arrogant, mischievous, irritating sack of bargaining potatoes. Remind him of your everlasting devotion by promising to murder him with your pining looks. And, friends, most of all, swoon with every breath in your body. For there is nothing in this world or the next comparable to the way he’ll love you. Or the thrill of loving him back.
