Page 63 of The Seer

Her response threw him off his game, and he drew back in surprise.

“Ya heard it?”

“Am I not supposed to? He comes through loud and clear.” Frowning, she sat back on her heels.

“So you’re linked to it, too,” he replied, stunned by this new turn of events. Fintan’s ardor died as he considered what it meant.

Inside, the Siren grumbled in protest.

“He’s not happy with you,” she said with a light laugh. “And to be honest, I feel let down that we aren’t recreating the rest of the night.”

“Ya want I should get on stage and sing to you?” he teased, attempting to dispel the heaviness associated with his discovery.

“Yes, but probably not a good idea with him close to the surface.”

He grimaced. Fuck if he shouldn’t have been the one to consider it.

Taryn glanced out the window at the rising sun and held out her hand. “Let’s go dig up something to eat.”

“I can conjure whatever ya want.”

“I know, but we need to keep our hands busy until you come to terms with your inner Keyhole Casanova.”

Ignoring her hand, he swept her up in his arms and visualized the kitchen. After sending out a feeler and learning the room was empty, he teleported them. As soon as they arrived, he set her on the long metal table, but she squealed, jumping back into his arms.

“Ohmygod, it’s freezing on my bare skin.”

“Feck! I wasn’t thinkin’, love. I’m sorry.”

“Hm, well, since you’re holding me and it’s the place I love best, I won’t complain.”

Fintan grinned. It amazed him to realize he’d laughed and smiled more with her in the last day and a half than he had in twenty-something years.

“Goddess, I love you, Taryn-Taryn. They’ll never be another day gone by that I won’t be showin’ and tellin’ ya it,” he promised.

Happiness radiated off her, but he felt her briefest of doubts through their bond, and it pained him.

“Please don’t give in to your fear, love,”he begged silently.

“I’m doing my best not to,” she said, stroking his lower lip with her thumb. “Your sincerity helps.”

Fintan closed his burning eyes, blinking back grateful tears. “Thank you.”

“I don’t ever want you to feel the love is one-sided, because it’s not. I love you, Fintan, and that’s why I’m so fucking afraid. If this goes south, if it turns out that we don’t make it, I’m going to be so damned broken.”

“We’ll make it.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “We’re fated and share a bond. And it’s unbreakable,aoibhneas mo croí.”

“God, I hope so.” She kissed him with enough passion to make him forget his fucking name.

He was still trying to gather his scattered wits when she slid down his aroused body and patted his ass.

“Now, make me an omelet while I brew the coffee,” she ordered.

“Tea. We drink tea in this country,” he said absently, watching her tight little ass swish as she crossed the kitchen.

Mine.

“No, boyo,” he told his Siren. “Mine!”

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