“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that. Let’s think about it. Money? Sex? Power, maybe. Power’s good. I could have a nice island in the Caribbean, be a benign despot. I could get into that.”
“This offer was not made for your amusement,” she said stiffly.
“No? Well, it tickles the hell out of me.” Rocking back on his heels, he tucked his hands into his pockets. “All I had to do was knock off an evil wizard and save the girl, and I can have whatever I want. Not a bad deal, all in all. So, just what do I want?”
He narrowed his eyes in consideration, then stepped into the circle. “You.”
Eyes widening, she jerked back. “What?”
“You. I want you.”
“To—to do what?” she said stupidly, then blinked when he roared with laughter. “Oh, you’ve no need to waste a boon there.” She lifted her hands to unfasten her dress, and found them caught in his.
“That, too,” he said, walking her backward out of the circle, keeping her arms up, her hands locked behind her head. “Yeah, in fact, I look forward to quite a bit of that.”
The warrior was back, she thought dizzily. There, the glint of battle and triumph in his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I’m holding you to your boon. You, Bryna, all of you, no restrictions. For better or worse,” he continued until he had her backed against the wall. “For richer or poorer. That’s the deal.”
She couldn’t get her breath, couldn’t keep her balance. “You want…me?”
“I’m not getting down on one knee when it’s my boon.”
“But you’re free. The spell is broken. I have no hold on you.”
“Don’t you?” He lowered his mouth, buckling her knees with his kiss. “You can’t lie to me.” He crushed his lips to hers again, pulling her closer. “You were born loving me.” He swallowed her moan and dived deeper. “You’ll die loving me.”
“Yes.” Powerless, she flexed the hands he held above her head.
“Look at me,” he murmured, easing back as she trembled. “And see.” He gentled his hands, lowered them to stoke her shoulders. “Beautiful Bryna. Mine. Only mine.”
“Calin.” Her heart wheeled when his lips brushed tenderly over hers. “You love me. After it’s done, after it’s only you and only me. You love me.”
“I was born loving you.” The kiss was deep and sweet. “I’ll die loving you.” He sipped the tears from her cheeks.
“This is real,” she said in a whisper. “This is true magic.”
“It’s real. Whatever came before, this is what’s real. I love you, Bryna. You,” he repeated. “The woman who puts whiskey in my tea, and the witch who weaves me magic sweaters. Believe that.”
“I do.” Her breath released on a shudder of joy. She felt it. Love. Trust. Acceptance. “I do believe it.”
“It’s time we made a home together, Bryna. We’ve waited long enough.”
“Calin Farrell.” She wound her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his. “Your boon is granted.”
EVER AFTER
To my sisters in magic—
Ruth, Marianne, and Jill
1
“THIS,” the old woman said, “is for you.”
Allena studied the pendant that swung gently from the thickly braided links of a silver chain. Really, she’d only come in to browse. Her budget didn’t allow for impulse buys—which were, of course, the most fun and the most satisfying. And her affection for all things impulsive was the very reason she couldn’t afford to indulge herself.
She shouldn’t have entered the shop at all. But who could resist a tiny little place tucked into the waterfront of a charming Irish village? Especially a place called Charms and Cures.
Certainly not Allena Kennedy.
“It’s beautiful, but I—”
“There’s only one.” The woman’s eyes were faded and blue, like the sea that slapped and spewed against the stone wall barely a stone’s throw from the door. Her hair was steel gray and bundled into a bun that lay heavy on her thin neck.
She wore a fascinating rattle of chains and pins, but there was nothing, Allena thought, like the pendant she held in her bony fingers. “Only one?”
“The silver was cured in Dagda’s Cauldron over the Midsummer’s fire and carved by the finger of Merlin. He that was Arthur’s.”
“Merlin?”
Allena was a sucker for tales of magic and heroics. Her stepsister Margaret would have sniffed and said no, she was simply a sucker.