“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.”
