Page 66 of Knot My Luck

“And you’ll love Silver,” Cathal says confidently, a knowing gleam in his eye.

“Oh, I will, will I?” Dev challenges.

“Yep. And I’m willing to wager on it too,” my cocky twin retorts.

Her hands fly to her hips and she stares him down with such ferocity my dick hardens. “Name your terms.”

“If I’m right, you bond with me during your next heat.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

Cathal shrugs. “Winner’s choice, Embers. You decide.”

She agrees, they shake on it, and then she slips her hand into mine, pulling me off in the direction of wherever her car is parked.

And I feel it. The weight of the future is settling over us all. She’s ours. We’re hers. And nothing will ever change that. But we want to make suresherealises it too. Which is why I look back at the others and give Cathal a nod just before we reach the car.

Cathal stops, digging into his jacket pocket. “Wait.”

Devlin turns to him, brows furrowing. “What?”

Before he can answer, Lorcan steps in first, holding out something small. “Actually, weallhave something for you.”

She blinks, looking between the three of us. “You guys?—”

Lorcan smirks, placing a small velvet pouch in her palm. “Open it.”

She unties the string, shaking out a delicate pendant—an antique silver locket, its intricate engraving catching the dim airport lighting.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathes, running her thumb over the cool metal.

Lorcan nudges her, grinning. “Open it, sweetheart.”

She does, and inside is a tiny, folded piece of paper. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unfolds it. Three words, scrawled in Lorcan’s messy handwriting:

“Always your shadow.”

Her breath catches. She looks up, and he winks, but there’s something deeper in his gaze, something raw.

Before she can say anything, I step forward, pressing a small box into her hand. “Mine next.”

She lifts the lid and gasps. A ring, delicate but sturdy, forged from intertwining bands of silver and gold. It’s not a mating ring, but it’s close.

“Tadhg—”

I take her free hand, brushing my lips over her knuckles. “It’s a promise,” I murmur. “That no matter where you go, no matter what happens, you’ll always have a home with us. Read the inscription.”

Her fingers tighten around the ring like she can feel the weight of my words and I watch as her lips wordlessly echo the sentiment engraved on the inside of the band:Home is wherever you are.

And then Cathal steps up, and I swear, the air around us changes. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just pulls out a small, gleaming key attached to an elegant keyring. A lucky four-leaf clover, cast in solid silver.

“This is our house key,” he says simply, his voice steady but low, thick with meaning. “Your key.”

Devlin stares at it.

Lorcan chuckles, nudging her lightly. “You gonna take it, Red? Or do we have to put it on a chain and hang it around your neck?”

Her fingers finally close around it, and she swallows hard. “You’re really giving me a key?”

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