Chapter 26
When Eimear woke, she felt like she was surfacing from deep water, her mind. She blinked up at the wooden beams of her ceiling, the weight of the dream still pressing against her chest like an iron chain. A soft golden glow from the lamp by her bookshelves bathed the room in gentle light, casting warm shadows across the wooden walls. The air smelled faintly of lavender, reminding her that she was home. She stirred slightly. "Aidan? Ronan?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. Both men jolted upright, their gazes locking onto her. “Are you okay?” Aidan asked immediately, his voice filled with worry. Ronan wasted no time, cupping her face and pressing quick, reassuring kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, anywhere he could reach. “We were so worried, little mate,” he murmured agai
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