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And then she was there, s more of his existence than to ith her beside hi her na to have your wicked ithas he carried her down to their lair

"Yes, ma'am," he replied "Every way I can"

And he did

EPILOGUE

Four months later

Brenna sat on the curved sofa in front of the hearth, her daughter cradled in her arms while Roshan read aloud from a book of old Irish poems She loved the sound of his voice, so deep and rich It never failed to a dead still had the power to speak to her heart and her soul

She glanced at the portrait hanging over the fireplace It had been painted a e Roshan had been reluctant, but Brenna had insisted "So we can always remember hoe looked e fell in love," she had said, knowing he would be unable to refuse her Soon they would have to have another one painted, she thought, one that included their daughter

The baby tugged at a lock of Brenna's hair, and tugged at her heart, as well

After feeding the baby and changing her diaper, Brenna carried Cara Aideen upstairs to the nursery Once a roo a new baby required, and more The walls were painted a soft pink; a carpet of a deeper shade covered the floor White lace curtains fluttered at the hite crib stood against one wall, a elic cherubs danced on the ceiling There was a padded rocking chair in one corner, a huge stuffed teddy bear in another

"Sweet dreahter to bed

Looking up, Brenna saw that Roshan had followed her into the roo up beside her, he placed his arrows more lovely every day, does she not?" Brenna asked

"Indeed," he replied, kissing her cheek, "and so does her mother"

"I still cannot believe she is really ours"

Roshan nodded Adopting the baby had been relatively easy He'd had to use his supernatural powers onso And though the ally theirs He had expected the infant to es in their lives, and she did, but not in the ways he had thought By the time she was a week old, he was her slave and her cha to keep her safe

He knew they would have some difficult days ahead when Cara Aideen started to wonder why she never saw her parents during the day, why they never ate together as a family, why they insisted that her birthday parties be held at night, why theyonly after dark In time, they would tell her the truth In time, perhaps she would join the Brenna into his arhter to bed,the tip of her nose "Is it my turn now?"

"Would you like ht?" she asked with a teasing s softly, she took him by the hand and led him out of the nursery and down the hall to their bedrooan to undress hiertips explore the width of his shoulders, the hair that curled on his chest, the ridges in his stoloriously naked, she slid her robe over her shoulders, let her nightgown pool at her feet

"I will love you as long as we live," he whispered

"And I you"

His gazetenderness and the promise of forever as he carried her to bed And as he covered her body with his, a chant whispered long ago rose in Brenna'stoher husband close, she thanked the Fates for granting her heart's desire andher every dream and wish come true