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“Tell me of your dreams, Morainn.”

“I told ye. I have seen naught of the killers or their plans.” Morainn was not surprised to hear how soft and breathless her voice was; being so close to Tormand made it impossible to think, let alone speak clearly.

He touched a kiss to her temple, savoring the taste of her soft skin. “Tell me, Morainn, do ye dream of me? I dream of ye,” he whispered before she could answer.

“I dinnae see why ye should.”

Pull away, a voice whispered in Morainn’s desire-clouded mind, but she lacked the will to obey the warning. She knew she should immediately stop him from placing those feather-soft kisses on her face, each one of which added to the fire spreading through her veins. Instead of pulling away as all her instincts told her to, she moved even closer to him. When he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body, she felt weak in the knees from the waves of desire crashing through her. The man was the greatest threat to her virtue and heart she had ever confronted and yet she could not seem to care….