Yours eternally,
Lucas
I read and reread the letter a dozen times, tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto the sheets, leaving damp spots.
Conal knocked quietly and slipped into the room. “Do you want to be alone?”
I shook my head, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand.
Conal strode across the room and slipped into the bed, drawing me into his arms. “Was I right?”
I nodded. “But that was a long time ago.”
Conal sighed. “For someone who wants to make love to you so badly, I must be a fool for admitting this.” He caught my chin against his thumb and drew my face up till I was looking at him. “He loves you, Charlotte. He has always loved you. He will always love you.”
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely,” Conal stated confidently. “Although if we manage to rescue him,
