Farah knew Dorian Blackwell had his secrets, ones buried deep enough to be licked by the flames of hell. Could she be tied to them as his wife? Did she dare? Ye canna marry anyone else, Fairy. Ye belong to me. Only me. Her heart clenched and dipped, pulling the lids of her eyes down with the weight of an old and heavy burden. “This isn’t what he would have wanted,” she told herself in a wavering voice.
