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stunning
revelations of the night before aside, the man had always been a
true and trusted ally. Even the weight of last night’s disclosures
had the crush of hopeful expectation and not malignant
intentions.
    “But he didn’t say who told him?” At Seth’s
headshake she sighed. “He always was stubborn if he felt he was in
the right. Well then, how do we end this?”
    “ We? ” Seth hadn’t meant it to be so
sharp, and all hope it wasn’t as bad as he feared was dashed when
Kira’s brows straightened out into two separate arches, one of
those arches rising high while her hands came to rest on her hips.
He rushed on, trying to fix the mess. “You’ve had enough surprises.
You don’t need to follow me while I take care of this.”
    And I can’t have you near me while I’m
forced to carry out my duty. He closed his eyes and pressed
hard against his forehead with the heel of his hand. He shouldn’t
have to deal with this. He was giving her up, wasn’t he? He was
doing what he’d said he would do. Why torture himself more, by
making her stay by his side while he had to do this ?
    It would be torture. The sweetest torture,
just like last night. He didn’t sleep a minute, couldn’t waste such
a rare gift. She had been pressed against him, the curves of her
body fitting him in perfect symmetry. He had breathed in her scent
all night, twisted the soft strands of her hair between his
fingers, marveling how the slight curliness of her hair meant the
red mass didn’t easily let go of his fingers.
    It would be torture, and if he had too many
nights of such torture, his promise would be in jeopardy.
    Kira frowned. “Yes, we . I have been
with you for every step of this, and I’m not about to stop now, the
situation of my non-father father be damned! Do you think you’re
going to walk into danger without me near you? I protect you –
that’s what I do – and you will not send me
away.”
    Her hands were no longer on her hips. They
were clenched fists at her sides, while long tendons in her neck
became prominent. Her eyes were the storm-soaked green of the
forest, rustling and shifting beneath a howling wind.
    She was his protector, his companion, and he
could not stop her from joining him. He could not stop her because
the only way to stop her was to tell her that he was in danger of
crossing the final line that would result in loving her.
    And if he told her that, if he gave voice to
the deepest murmurs of his heart, then the action of making it
real, giving it substance, would make it happen. His heart would be
hers. He would be helplessly in love with her and only her.
    And Rosamund would be damned.
    “Fine.”
    Her glare intensified for a few moments until
his reply penetrated her brain, and her face and body deflated,
becoming confused. “No more arguing?”
    “None. You’re right. You’re much better with
a sword than I am.” He started toward his room, not bothering to
look back since there was no question she would follow.
    Sure enough, within three strides she was
beside him again. “How do we break this curse?”
    “I need to marry Rosamund and have our first
kiss. If I do that before the curse takes effect, it never
will.”
    If it had been anyone but Taren who told him
the way to reverse the curse, Seth would never have believed it. It
couldn’t be that simple. All the pain, Rosamund’s torture, and it
was over like that?
    Kira’s features tightened, a hardening of her
jaw and gaze, but she shook off whatever thoughts invaded and
smoothed out her features before she answered. “That can’t be. Your
father and King Matthias would have had a proxy wedding a long time
ago if that was the answer. We have to be missing something.”
    The air was chilly today, and Seth pulled his
coat a little closer. A storm was brewing, and with the talk of
magic and curses, his mind took a fanciful bent. Bad omen , bad omen , bad omen . “Taren couldn’t say if they knew
or not. His source wouldn’t give