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He’s right. Of course he is.
“You better get all the action in before then, doctor.”
His fingers curl lightly around my throat. “Nothing can stop me from having you, love. We’ve established that the blood doesn’t faze me.”
I melt into him, shutting my eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. For the first time in my life, I feel safe. Like I’m not in complete survival mode anymore.
After a beat of silence, his voice lowers. “Do you want kids with me?”
“Yes. But can you promise me something?” I lift my head to meet his eyes.
“I can try.”
“That our kids will always be safe. That if something awful ever happens to us, your family will protect them. I don’t have anyone. I was abandoned, and I can’t face the idea of that happening to them.”
Finn takes my hand, pressing a kiss to every finger, his gaze never leaving mine. His answer is silent but unshakable.
Tears sting my eyes.
“Family is everything to me, temptress. I’d die for them. I’d die for you. And for our children? I’d rip my own heart out for them. You’ll never have to worry. Here, we stick together. Always.”
My breath catches as his fingers brush my cheek.
“And now you’re part of the family too. You might’ve been alone for a long time, but not anymore. We’ve got you. I promise.” He leans closer. “Till death do us part, right?”
My tears spill over, sliding down my cheeks.
“You’ll always be safe with me,” he whispers, sealing it with a kiss.
“And your heart is safe with me, Finn. I swear.”
I press my palm against his chest, right over his steady beat.
“I know, baby. I know. Get some rest. We’ve got a lot to do once we arrive, and it’s not going to be pretty.”
I nod, eyelids heavy. “I still get to wear my pretty dress, right?”
“Yes. My killer in red heels. You get to wear the dress.” His mouth brushes my ear. “And then I’ll rip it off you the second it’s over.”
His arms tighten around me, locking me in, and I fall asleep to the sound of his heart.
Chapter 79
FINN
Song- Outro, M83
Stephanie is busy getting ready for the gala, leaving me and Declan to finalize our plans for this evening.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave Reggie with her here?” Declan asks, sliding his Rolex over his wrist, his eyes flicking up at me.
“Her?” I echo, my irritation bleeding into my voice.
“Steph,” he clarifies.
“Stephanie. My wife, you mean?” My glare sharpens as I correct him.
Declan scoffs under his breath.
