Page 113 of The Fallen Kingdom

He deserves better.

Sorcha’s wrong. This changes everything.Everything.

Aithinne smiles fondly at her brother. “He could have chosen to remain fae, but he decided to be human with you. And he says he isn’t romantic.”

“Oh, he is,” I tease. “He hides it behind glares and threats. I adore it.”

“And I think—”

“Aithinne, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Kiaran asks quickly. “Somewhere you said you’d go?” Then he mouths at her,Go away.

Aithinne grins. “Ohhh, right! I’m just going to go eat desserts and dance with humans. Can ladies dance with ladies? Never mind: I’ll just go and find a lady, or some cake. But hopefully both. Leaving now.” She hurries through the garden gate with her laughter trailing behind her.

“Oh dear,” I say. “We’re going to go back in there to utter chaos, aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

“Should we—”

“No. We shouldn’t. Don’t finish that sentence.” Then he dips his head and presses his lips to mine.

I kiss him back with everything I’m feeling. I make promises with that kiss. I give messages. I tell him secrets. I believe in wishes now. Our kiss is filled with the thousand possibilities of a future entirely chosen by us. Him and me. Together.

Then I pull back and whisper against his lips, “I love you, Kiaran MacKay.” I smile up at him, and my heart feels whole. “Will you dance with me?”

His answer is a breath between kisses. “Always.”

As we spin around in a dance there in the street, I swear I feel Derrick’s wings rustle my hair, the hint of his power in the fleeting winter breeze, and I smile.

Kiaran presses his cheek to mine and we dance together under the stars, with the glittering light of the city all around us.

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