Ari was still curled in Bram’s lap, her fingers resting lightly on his chest as she tried to steady her breathing. Cathal’s presence had faded, but the echo of his words still pulsed through her. She looked up at Bram, cheeks warm. “What Cathal said… is it true? That we can mate without marking?” Bram’s breath hitched. “Aye, lass. It’s true.” Ari searched his face. “Then why didn’t you tell me?” He cupped her cheek gently. “Because I didn’t want to rush ye. The bond is strong, and the curse complicates everything. I wanted our first time to be… ours. Not tangled up in prophecy or pressure.” Ari’s heart softened. “Bram… I don’t want to wait.” His eyes widened slightly. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his soft, slow, deliberate. “I want you completely. Not because of the curse. Not

