Chapter Thirty-One
They walked from Soho toward the river in silence. Hand in hand, they walked along the river, breathing in the cold breeze blowing in across the water. They turned into the park and went to the riverbank where they watched the water flowing peacefully. Lorcan cradled Orla in his arms. He cupped his hand behind her neck and kissed her. His kisses always sent shockwaves through her system. She tilted her head back, stood on her tiptoes, and reached up to give him more access.
“Marry me,” he whispered.
Orla looked at Lorcan, a tear rolling down her face. “After all that we’ve been through, you still want to marry me?” she asked. “Knowing I might be a sorceress using dark magic or be dragged down to Hell, you still want to marry me?”
“As long as you don’t turn the rock y
