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“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
“Fireheart.”
“To whatever end,”
Lorcan’s onyx eyes were unreadable as he scanned her face. And then he said quietly, “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.” Lorcan dropped the shield.
Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”
And for the first time in centuries, Lorcan wept.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
“I’m writing a giant no.” Which she then underlined. He growled, “I suppose you’ll ask about my bathroom habits now?”
