"Have I been…pushing too much?" I asked. "No," Conall moaned, drawing me tighter into his chest. He let out a soft, grumbling growl and his hands stroked up and down my back. "Damn the stubborn bull. I'm sorry, Evie. I've been an ass." He's young, I thought, recalling Laszlo and the weary longing he gazed at Conall with. "You ask for so little, less than I want to offer," Conall murmured, kissing the side of my head, burrowing his whiskered beard into my hair.
