When its radiance dulls, two women tread water. My daughter. And my…my nothing.

What an odd specimen Dádhi Cathal Báeinach is—always watching me, yet abhorring when anyone else does.

Never''. He growls, palms flat against my pillow, knees flush with the side of my knees. I think he’s about to warn me that this can never happen again, but then he says, ''You can never fucking leave me now. Not for your true mate. Not for the ocean. I won’t survive losing you again.''.