Page 131 of Forgotten Vows (Folk 2)

“And you believe that you deserve me? That you’re not unworthy of love?” I pressed.

I felt Lonan’s lips purse against my skin, and he remained silent. Eventually he looked up at me through long, dark eyelashes.

“That one will be harder.”

I shook my head and pulled him into my arms, burying my face in his neck. Lonan’s cool lips pressed to the bend of my neck and rested there.

“We’re partners,” I told him. “Equals.”

I felt Lonan’s mouth move softly over my skin as he shook his head. “We’re not equals, Seelie King.”

A faint flush heated my cheeks.

“That doesn’t mean anything. We’re equals.” I drew back to look him in the eyes again. “Partners for life. Yes?”

Lonan’s lips quirked into a tiny, fragile smile. “The Folk live long lives, Seelie King. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to me for so long?”

I reached up and cupped his chin, pulling him closer to press a deep, firm kiss on his mouth.

“More than anything.”

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