Rolling off Tierney felt like crawling out of a battlefield after winning a war.
Injured.
Exhausted.
Scarred.
Triumphant.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was going to be worth it, and the worst of it was behind me.
The final wall had detonated. It was just us now.
Me. Her. And the love we shared.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Achilles
“This is a bad idea.”Tiernan handed me his sister’s passport.
He’d told her he’d keep it for her when she was on the run from me, and he kept his promise—until this moment anyway.
I ignored his observation, tossing her passport to the bottom of a moving box and filing through her old apartment above Fermanagh’s. Tierney never had the chance to grab the things she loved.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Tiernan followed me from the living room to the bedroom.
“No, I don’t care.”
“You’re going to make me look bad,” Tiernan snarled.
Hardly. He had taken in my sister’s bastard son, from when he was still in her womb, and raised him as his own. The entire family had vowed to never let Nero know who his real father was. And that was arguably more than I could ever offer Tierney.
“It’s not a competition.” I tossed her favorite ball cap into the box, sauntering over to her closet.
“And Lila wants my sister around,” Tiernan pressed on. “They’re close.”
“Do you expect me to make every decision in my life with your wife’s preferences in mind?” I ground my teeth together.
“Naturally.” Tiernan narrowed his eyes. “I think the entire world should bend to her will.”
I shook my head, chuckling as I packed Tierney’s jewelry box next. “I intend to make your sister happy.”
“You already do.” He propped a shoulder against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Still, we’ll hate to see you move.”
I knew very little about proposals. Every person in my vicinity came into their matrimony through an arranged marriage. And while I didn’t know much about romance, I knew more than enough about Tierney.
Her likes. Her dislikes. Herdreams.
I remembered everything about her. Every single damn thing.
Every freckle, every eyelash, the exact number of crow’s feet, and the shape of her hairline. I knew what made her laugh and what made her sad and what made her body sing.
And it was time to put all of this information to use.
“Is there anything else I’m forgetting?” I set the box down and looked around her bedroom. I’d already filled four other boxes, which were sitting in the hallway, ready to be picked up by my soldiers.
“Nope. That was everything she ever cared for.”
