Page 110 of The Barbarian Laird
She clung to his neck, her forehead pressed against his as the room blurred into a swirl of gold light and gray stone.
He slowed his spin but didn't let her go. He tucked her against his chest, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She could feel the tremor in his muscles, the sheer, staggering weight of his happiness. When he finally set her feet back on the ground, he didn't pull away.
"I will be a good faither," he promised, his voice thick with a passion that made her eyes fill with tears. "I will give our bairns a world where they never have tae hide. Where they never have tae feel the weight o' a name or a curse. I swear it tae ye, Enya."
She looked at him, seeing the man who had faced armies and fire, now brought to his knees by the thought of a child. She saw the iron, and she saw the love, and she knew there was no lie in his heart.
"I ken ye will," she whispered, her voice cracking with the sheer force of her feelings. "Ye’ve already spent yer life guarding this island. I think ye can handle one small, loud Alvsson."
He leaned in then, kissing her with a force that tasted of every hardship they had survived and every joy yet to come.
Enya leaned into him, her soul finally, truly at rest. The mists of her past had vanished. The shadow of her brother was gone. As Harald held her in the center of their home, she knew theCursed Bridehad found the only magic that mattered.
And the story was only just beginning.
But there’s more…
