Page 98 of The Seer

“How can I forget? You take every opportunity to remind me,” he replied dryly. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her ear. “Would you like one last?—”

Spinning around, she clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Don’t you dare!”

His eyes crinkled with laughter, and with sudden clarity, she recalled the first time he’d laughed at Elizabeth. For a moment, their gazes locked, and her heart ached for their loss.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a better wife to you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a better husband,” he said huskily. With a tender kiss on her forehead, he cleared his throat. “Fintan will make up for my wrongs. He’s not nearly as arrogant.”

Taryn let that one slide.

“Do you think it’s possible to love two men?” she whispered.

“No.”

“Oh.” It depressed her to think she wasn’t normal, that perhaps she was sabotaging her relationship with Fintan by caring for Ardghal, too.

He tapped her nose. “We’re the same man, love, meaning you love only me.”

“Fintan,” she corrected. “And someday, I’m going to need a further explanation of how the two of you can exist at the same time if you’re the same soul.”

“Yes, well, as soon as I channel my inner genius and work it out, you’ll be the first to know.”

She pressed her palm to his chiseled jaw. “Thank you for everything, darling Ari.”

As she gathered her train, a stray thought implanted itself in her brain and began to grow wildly out of control.

Taryn paused in the doorway. “Ari?”

“Yes, love?” Amusement shone from his bright eyes as he patiently held the door for her.

“Do you already know what I’m going to ask?”

“I suspect, but please, voice your question.”

After a warning glare, which made him grin, Taryn sighed. “If you and Fintan can split off, what’s to stop Elizabeth and me from splitting off? Is there a second chance for you crazy kids to get it right?”

“And if I had the answer, you might not be wearing those jewels, Taryn.” He winked and ushered her down the hallway. “Don’t keep Fintan waiting. I can’t take another broken nose. The first one hurt like a right proper bastard.”

“Do you still have your psychic ability? Like Fintan?”

“Yes, but like him, it’s sporadic and ever changing. It will be there when it’s important.”

“Why did no one see Odessa stab me? I’d like to have avoided that incident.”

When he remained quiet in the face of her question, Taryn stopped short. “Youknew? And you let me die anyway?”

“Don’t scrunch your nose at me. I’d always planned to revive you.”

“Every time I feel bad for you, shit like this pops up.”

He laughed as he swept her, cradling her in his arms. “Stop stalling. I’m not dealing with Fintan’s wrath.”

“I’m afraid,” she admitted, staring into his understanding eyes. “Love always goes wrong for me.”

“Not this time,aoibhneas mo croí,” Fintan said from the landing below them. “I’ll make sure of it.”

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