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He trailed off, frowning.

She watched in awe as he began to pace back and forth in front of her.

“I cannot undo the past, Farrow Barton,” he said, coming to a stop at last in front of her. “But I intend to make this up to you in the future, if you will allow it.”

His eyes met hers and she was lost in his fiery storm-gray gaze.

“The prince has given us Fairweather’s blessing,” he murmured. “And my parents have bestowed the blessing of Swordbrake.”

“Blackthorn,” she breathed again, tears prickling her eyes as his words settled into her mind, their meaning making her heart ache with wonder and happiness.

Chapter 26

Blackthorn

Blackthorn gazed down at the exquisite girl he yearned to make his princess.

If she denied him, he would make it his life’s work to earn back her trust.

But she had shown her own fierce devotion to her people. He clung to a grain of hope that she could understand his actions to protect his.

“After I talked with my parents, I spoke with yours,” he went on doggedly. “They know who I am now, of course. I begged for their forgiveness for deceiving them, and I tried to make them understand how much I care for you.”

Her eyes were hazy now with emotion.

“They are withholding their blessing from me only until you extend your own,” he said brokenly. “If you will give me time to prove my love, I promise to be worthy of your hand—”

But he didn’t finish, because his darling was going up on her toes, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her sweet lips to his.

Bliss spread throughout his chest at the feel of her soft mouth. He was starving for her, even as he longed to tell her everything that was in his heart.

“You’re here,” she murmured, her fingers working feverishly at the laces on his shirt.

“I came to Fairweather for revenge,” he admitted. “But I came back today for love, Farrow. And I should have known better the first time. I should have known from our first meeting.”

“How could you have known then?” she murmured distractedly as she pushed the material over his shoulders, letting her hands trail down his bare chest.

“The bread you gave me,” he breathed, barely able to remember how to speak under the mesmerizing pleasure of her hands stroking his eager flesh. “I ate it just after we met. Your magic is powerful, and your ingredients gave me joy that I had lacked for so long.”

Her hands stopped moving and she frowned.

“What is it, my love?” he asked, wondering what he had done wrong.

“There really was no magic,” she said. “That was just plain bread.”

“Then I am all the more a fool,” he said, feeling wonder descend over him. “The happiness I felt was because of you. The moment you set foot in my life, everything tasted sweeter.”

As he released a breath, she flowed into his arms once more, pressing her pert breasts to his chest and sending him wild with feral need.

He kissed her back, thumbing open her jaw to taste her delicate tongue, teasing and coaxing her until she whimpered into his mouth.

He bit back a groan and clutched her to him, relishing the feel of her small, warm curves through the thin silk of her nightgown.

Her hands slid lower, tracing his abs…

“Farrow,” he murmured, catching her wrists in his hands.

“I thought I lost you today,” she whispered. “We have every blessing that matters…”

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