Page 62 of Unrequited
“And I will too,” I whisper. “God, I will too.”
Turning to the priest, I echo Seamus’s words.
“The vows, Father.”
I sniff, wipe my face with the back of my hand, and whisper to myself like a mantra.
I dreamt of Seamus rescuing me. But the fantasy was a lie. It was nothing like this.
In my dreams, he was noble. Kind. In my dreams, he didn’t kill Morozov to get to me.
Mygod,does the man even have a conscience? I fell in love with Mr. Thursday.
With Seamus.
Is The Undertaker someone I can love too?
Chapter 12
SEAMUS
Still feels like a dream.
She’s here.
She’s really fucking here.
Zoya, in white. My sweet little lass, wrapped in silk and silence, standing beside me like she’s about to be executed.
She says something, but I don’t hear it. My ears are ringing. All I can focus on is her face. The way she looks like she’s somewhere else. Like she’s already mourning herself.
I warned them. I fucking warned them.
And they had the goddamn nerve to arrange a marriage to aMorozov.
Whenshe’s mine.
And nowI’mhere.
The world may collapse behind us. Her brothers may never forgive her. She might never forgive herself.
But I’ve got her.
This woman may be the literal death of me.
We take our vows.
It wasn’t how I wanted it to go.
Hell, I hadn’t imagined anything at all. I just knew I’d promised to come for Zoya.
But nothing prepared me for this.
I knew I wanted her. I knew I needed her. And I know… she may never forgive me for the way I did it.
Still, I have no choice. I’m the head of the McCarthy clan. I can’t grow soft—not for anyone. Not even for love.
Her family watches as we take our vows. Her hand trembles when I slide the ring onto her finger.
