he oozes control. She is locked in the moment, but he’s an observer, the gatekeeper keeping her in a foolish dream, the key far from her reach. “Grand.” Her voice shakes. “I…I tried to call you a few times. Dropped by on Sundays after mass. Your mam said you’ve been busy.” “I have.” “Not too busy for Aurora, apparently.” She turns scarlet again. There’s nothing mean about her tone. Just desperate. My loyalties are torn between the boy she loves, who is trying to help me, and the sister who’s falling apart because of him. “She prefers the name Rory.” Mal removes a lock of hair from Kathleen’s
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