“I tried to find a priest who we could safely bring into the Otherworld, but there were none near faerie circles for the past week. They do not seem to support the old ways.” “No, they avidly stay away from anything of the old religion. They don’t believe in it.” Sorcha wrinkled her nose. “Eamonn?” “I want to keep you safe. If I die, you should have everything of mine without question.” Everything clicked into place. She lunged back, slapping her hands on his shoulders. “Are you asking me to marry you?” “In a rather awful way, I suppose I am.”
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