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“I suppose the company isn’t too bad either,” she said finally, drawing a chortle from him. “Yes, Niall. I’d be delighted to move in here.” She scanned the room thoughtfully. “Not that there’s much room for my gowns…”

“God, woman! Did anyone ever tell you you’re too practical for your own good? Just be romantic with me for a second,” he scolded her, pulling her close and kissing her again. “Besides, we can bring the wardrobe in from the other room. It’ll fit over there. I’ve already thought about these things, you see,” he added, tapping her reprovingly on the nose. “You think I’m some damned fool who’d just surge ahead with a foolish idea without thinking about it first —”

“Niall Grant, today you leapt onto the back of a man-eating horse and rode it like a wild bronco on the off chance that getting an iron bridle over its head would tame it.”

“And it worked, didn’t it?”

He looked outraged, and she couldn’t restrain her fit of laughter. Rolling his eyes, he tickled her sides until she was squealing in protest — then he clapped a hand over her mouth, drawing her close again as he warned her not to wake Eamon. A long, contented silence fell between them as she nestled herself down into his arms, enjoying the warmth of his body, the delightful warmth of the bed, the safety that she felt here in his arms… and the knowledge that they were together now, whatever the future held. This was a strange world she’d found herself in, and a dangerous one. The Fae, she had to admit, frightened her — and what Maggie had said about retribution was still lingering on her mind, making her worry even as she relaxed with relief about the end of the Kelpie threat.

But she had Niall Grant on her side, she thought sleepily, gazing up adoringly at his face. She’d thought he was asleep — his eyes were shut, and his breathing was regular — but his eyes flickered open as she moved, giving her a sleepy smile.

“Did you mean it?” he asked softly. “That thing you said about wanting to stay here? Are you sure?”

She sighed, exasperation mingling with her love for him. “Niall Grant, are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“Of course not!” He sat up, looking horrified.

“Well, good. Because you wouldn’t succeed.” She lay back in bed, twitching her toes smugly as she settled herself down. “You’re never getting rid of me, Niall Grant. I’m yours now, like it or not. I’m no Kelpie whose reins you can hand on when you’re tired of me.”

He laughed, pulling her close, and she shut her eyes happily, feeling the warm embrace of sleep pulling at her as Niall held her tight. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered, his voice soft with the love he felt for her.

And as she drifted off to sleep, her last conscious thought was that for the first time in as long as she could remember, she wouldn’t change a single detail about her life, even if she could. Everything might not have been perfect… but God, she wouldn’t change a single solitary detail. Helen Washington had had to come all the way across the world, and five hundred years back in time, to pull it off… but now, finally, blissfully… she was happy.

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At midnight, Audrina James finally laid her head down, gratefully onto her pillow. It had been another grueling day in Trauma One, it was always the worst when the nursing staff and doctors of the trauma ward lost a child. Audrina looked at the ceiling where she had taped pictures of stars, lush green fields, exotic ancient castles and the forests of her ancestral homeland, vowing to herself that she would visit Claran Castle in Scotland someday. Audrina had put the pictures up so that she could clear her mind of the gruesome scenes that she faced in the E.R. day after day, night after night. They’d worked hard to save the boy from the