Kerrigan Byrne

The ghost of a boy long dead, and yet who lived on. Perhaps not in name, or perhaps in name only.

Argent’s cold, blue eyes narrowed. “By all means, let them eat cake.”

Blackwell and Argent shared a look. “No one should have had to do what we did to get where we are.”

He’s her fiancé,” Morley blurted. “To be married within a fortnight.”

not the worst thing I can imagine, having a man built like that to stand between you and the rest of the world.”

Had she been this fucking beautiful last night?

He’d not allowed himself to notice.

And as for the other thing,” he continued, stronger this time. “No wife of mine is going to look down in shame, you got that? I realize scandal is a powerful tool in this country, but you’re under my protection now. I’m tough enough to take whatever the gossip mill spews out, and I’ll rip out the tongue that speaks against you.”

She fiddled with a knob, and he saw the edge of the telescope grow in length.

Which reminded him of his own state of affairs.

his body reacted to her kiss as if it’d been waiting for one like this since kissing had been invented.

There was nowhere to go from here. Not tonight. Nothing else needed doing but this.

He tasted her in slick, slow swipes as his mind rushed to commit every sensation to memory.

So if she was taken from him, he could remember this in the lonely dark.