“I am here!”
With the speed of a rapidly churning tide, The curtain of darkness receded. Light came forward in a rush; a ray of light blinding her, and sucked her forward.
Whimpering, Daria scraped at the front of her husband’s coat, wanting to climb inside.
“Shh.” Gregory’s voice was low at her ear. He rocked her against his chest. “I’m here.”
Her body drained, she needed to reach him. To let him know. “It is happening,” she said, her words, rolling together. “The prophecy.”
Gregory bellowed for the carriage, and returned his focus to her. “Daria, we are untouchable together.”
“I…” She stared desperately at him. “I want to believe, but I saw—”
He kissed her violently; stealing her breath, stealing the fear. “I believe in us. I see us.”
Her heart breathed. “Us.”
“Us.” His gaze locked with hers; burned through her very soul. “Let our love defeat your nightmares.”
He willed her to trust in him.
In them.
Daria smiled.
Chapter 26
DuMond and Kilburn were right.
As much as it pained Argyll to admit it. He’d give the chaps their due.
They’d insisted protecting one’s wife mattered above everything.
His wife was a fortress, but that didn’t matter. He’d sent her alone to negotiate with Craven’s sister-in-law. His jaw flexed. Going forward, he would never be so rash with her life.
Argyll would not separate himself from her side.
It was a vow he’d make: to her. Himself. His partners.
As they arrived in Lord Abington’s foyer, a pair of footmen came forward with their cloaks.
All the while a servant helped Daria into hers, Argyll could not take his eyes from her. Why after his immoral life should he have been entrusted her? He didn’t deserve her. He never would.
He wanted her all the same.
He would keep her all the same.
As if she felt his stare, Daria glanced over. She smiled.
Argyll’s breath held fast in his chest. He wanted her to wear that smile their whole lives. He wanted never to be without her or the happiness they knew in this very minute.
“Are we ready, husband?” Daria murmured, stretching her fingers toward.
Swallowing around a swell of emotion, his hand caught hers, and held.
Smiling, they made their way outside. They reached the drive, as another carriage rolled up and served a cold reminder that Argyll’s past would always dodge their future.
Bloody hell.
