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She loved talking to him as much as she loved making love to him.

“Now that your Nana’s safe,” he began, his voice hoarse from all his delicious growls. “What other dreams await you?”

“Who said I had any?” she asked, cheeks already tinging red.

Taryn ran one lone finger up her spine, making her arch. “I’ve been inside your mind. You are ambitious.”

“Well…it depends on what your definition of ambition is.”

Now that she wasn’t crushed by the responsibilities weighing her down, Leah did have one small dream. She had been nurturing it in the back of her mind for years. But saying it out loud?

This was so personal, it made her blush. But she’d already shared everything with him. “I want to open a flower shop. I don’t know how doable that is…but that’s what I want.”

“Very doable on Quillon,” he rumbled. “You simply have to make friends with the right flowers.”

Leah laughed, but stopped suddenly. Universe, she’d forgotten about the sentient plants.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, a giggle still dancing on her lips.

Something inside Taryn’s energy blistered. It was only for a second, but with them so connected right now, Leah sensed it. And she was really proud that she was able to do that.

“What?” he asked, as if nothing had happened.

“Did the plants back in the garden just watch us have sex?”

A deep, throaty laugh vibrated from his chest, straight into hers. “I wish I could defend my plants, but they’re particularly nosy.”

Unfortunately, so was Leah. She raised herself up on her elbow, looking down at Taryn. ‘What did you think I was going to ask?”

He’d hesitated. She’d felt it. What other secret was he hiding? Hadn’t they shared everything already?

They had…right?

Wrong.

Taryn’s features instantly turned guarded. Oh, no. What could possibly be so bad that he hadn’t said it yet?

“Do you remember when Flint asked you to find information about the Blaze?” he asked, slow and careful.

After the marathon from the past twenty-four hours, Leah had to think a bit before accessing that particular memory. “Yes?”

Taryn licked his lips. “It’s real.”

“Okay…what, exactly, is it?”

“It’s…the moment our Light turns against us,” he said, barely moving his lips. “We can burn from the inside out.”

Alarm bells began to blare inside Leah’s mind. She couldn’t lose Taryn. Not now, not ever.

“There is only one cure,” he went on, just as hesitant. “A Lightmate’s touch. If we part ways, I will die.”

“You…you could die if I leave?” she whispered, horrified.

Taryn nodded. “I don’t want to burden you with my fate. You are free to make your own decisions, regardless of what would happen afterward.”

Like hell she was. She wasn’t letting Taryn die. “This…this sounds like something we should have discussed when we first met.”

What if she had decided to run away, huh? What then? What if the guilt had eaten her alive and she’d escaped in the middle of the night, back at the inn, to protect him?

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