Stolen Heart - By Bennett, Sawyer Page 0,66

bastard to you. I didn’t mean it when I said you didn’t have anything good to offer me.”

Annika held her hands up, looking at him in surprise. “No, I’m the one who is sorry. I lied to you. I just hope you know how much I regret what I did.”

“I know, Annika. And I forgive you. As long as you can forgive me for not giving you more of the benefit of the doubt. It has been pointed out to me by a certain friend of yours that I may have been a little hypocritical in my actions. Forgiving one person but not the other.”

Annika gave a slight smile. “It seems like we both may be in need of a little forgiveness.”

He returned her smile. “It seems so.”

“There is something else I’ve been wanting to tell you.” She grabbed her lower lip with her teeth, a sure sign she was nervous.

Kieran reached out and stroked her cheek. “You can tell me anything.”

She laid her hand over his, holding it to her cheek and closed her eyes, relishing his touch. She opened those lavender jewels up and looked at him. “I love you, Kieran. I love you so much that it hurts when I’m physically apart from you. I hope, that with forgiveness, maybe you could learn to love me again.”

Kieran inhaled deeply and let it out with a long sigh. Finally. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head. He pulled her close, gazing deep into her eyes. “I never stopped loving you Annika. Never.”

Annika let out a deep, pent up breath. She smiled brilliantly. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear. You’ve given me a new life, Kieran. One free from guilt and pain.”

Oh, those words made his heart melt and he was filled with sudden elation. He gathered her in close, wrapping his arms around her. Placing his lips to the top of her head, he whispered, “It makes me happy that you’re happy.”

He swooped down for a kiss. It was light and sweet. Filled with promise.

Annika pulled back. “I’ll move here…to Kestevayne, if you want. I don’t want to be apart.”

Kieran gave her another kiss. This one was deeper. “Oh, baby. To hell with that. We are living in New York so you can continue your work.”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her lips curved upwards in a brilliant smile. “You’d do that? For me?”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Annika.”

She laid her head on his chest and sighed. “Nor I for you.”

He didn’t think he could love her any more than he did right at that moment. But he was very eager to find out.

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About the Author

Sawyer Bennett is the penname for Beth Noble, a native North Carolinian and practicing lawyer. When not trying to save the world from injustice, she spends her time trying to get the stories she accumulates in her head down on paper. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, Shawn, and their two big dogs, Piper and Atticus.

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SECOND CHANCE

PROLOGUE

The AltVeritas of Vyronas – Present Day

Laina Mercea, Chief of the Conclave of the Royal House of Clairmont, walked through town on her way to Conclave Hall. She had a meeting. One she was not looking forward to.

She glanced over at the schoolhouse, and decided to peek inside. She knew she was just avoiding the inevitable, but she still wanted to take a look. Her niece had just started teaching Vyronasian History and she was curious as to how she was doing.

Walking up the wooden steps to the school, she entered through the open door. Most doors and windows in Vyrona were always open, given the temperate climate.

Once inside, she immediately stepped to the left and leaned her back against the wall. She didn’t want to call attention to herself and ruin the lesson. The schoolhouse was only one room, and it was filled with desks and chairs, all organized in neat rows. A teacher’s desk sat at the front. Laina realized they were lucky to fill half of the seats with children. It had been a brutal four years and war had decimated their numbers.

Her