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I am happy to make this right.”
“Don’t fight it,” she crooned. “Accept the curse.” Curse? What curse? I hadn’t agreed to a bloody curse.
“It’s time for you to slay a monster.”
Girl? I was no girl. I was a woman on a mission.
That’s what Tadhg was: a nightmare disguised as a dream.
“Not a bit fun, is she?” the woman grumbled to Tadhg, accepting the money I handed her and sliding it into the desk’s top drawer. “Not a bit,” Tadhg said with a wink.
“You’ll hear no argument here.” Tadhg lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Any man with eyes in his head can see she’s far too good for me.”
“Feckin’ hell, woman.
I was no better than a bloody hedge whore.
“What you did was reckless and foolish.” Too reckless. Too foolish. “But I’m so feckin’ proud of you.” “You . . . you are?” A nod. “You took a stand against your own. You stood up for one of us. You did something.” I had done something. And it felt good. It felt right.
Cursed to be used and cast aside.
true forgiveness is freely given.”
“I’m not too much, Robert. You were never enough.”
The conversation ebbed and flowed, and the brief moments of silence were comfortable, with no one hurrying to fill them.
“I’d given up hope of ever finding someone I loved. And then you waltzed into a pub and threatened to kill me.”
