“Aye, dangerous currents tug at your skirts,
madilse
,”
he said quietly, as though she had spoken her thoughts. “Only the bravest venture into the strongest currents. Ladies do not set sail upon strange seas.”
Deirdre opened her eyes and once again met his gaze. She had heard of lands to the south where the sea was a deeper blue than the sky, where green and sapphire currents ran together in a warm flood of beauty. She felt the tug of those currents as she gazed into his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to launch herself upon that sea tide in his eyes and go where he would take her.
“You think me a coward,” she whispered.
He touched a finger to her cheek and then traced the sensitive bow of her upper lip. “Nae, I do not think you a coward. The lass of my dreams would dare anything if her heart ruled that it be so.”
She understood at last what he meant. This was her choice, and her responsibility. Greatly daring, she reached up and touched his face. “Kiss me again, Killian. Please.”
*
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