Broken Promise by Cooper-Posey Tracy

Author:Cooper-Posey, Tracy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, short romance stories, vampire romance series for adults, paranormal romance for adults, mm romance paranormal, mm romance historical
Publisher: Tracy Cooper-Posey

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Afterwards, while his heart settled, we sat with our backs against the wall of the stall. The smell of old, moldy hay was strong, but I didn’t care. My heart was light…and quiet. I was at peace, a profound peace of the soul I had not felt in a very long time.

Sebastian straightened his back up from his lean against the wall. “I must go. My sergeant will start to worry if I do not return shortly.”

“Yes, you must,” I agreed. This time, the idea of his leaving did not rouse anything but a distant regret. “You have work to do.”

He smiled, and it was an open, pleased expression. Then he lifted himself to his feet in one smooth movement and settled the cloak around him properly. “I am glad you made the journey here,” he said, as he slid the top buttons of his shirt undone and pushed his hand inside.

“So am I.” I reluctantly rose to face him and say goodbye.

He tugged with his hand and I heard a small metallic snap.

Then he held out his hand. Hanging from his fingers, dangling from the broken chain, was the Claddagh ring he had never once removed. “Here,” he said. “Take it.”

I hesitated. I knew what the ring meant to him. It was his mother’s ring, designed by the man he suspected to be his father, and given to her as a sign of his love. “Sebastian…” I began, keeping my hands against my knees.

“There is no one else in this world that deserves to have this more than you,” he said. “There is no one worthy of wearing it, than you. Take it, Nial. Keep it, until the day you find someone just as worthy to give it to.”

His words were threaded with mortal thoughts. Then he, too, had faced the possibility of his death in the coming days.

“I would prefer you give the ring to me when you’re back in London.”

Sebastian lifted my hand, palm up, and poured the chain and the ring onto it. “I don’t want to reach the end of my life and regret not having done this,” he said. “I have never once regretted my time with you. I want you to have the ring.”

I curled my fingers around it and stayed silent. There were no words I could use that would adequately convey the warmth and the gladness and the deep and humbling gratitude I felt.

“English pigs!” came the hiss, with a strong French accent.

Sebastian moved fast – his reflexes had been honed from weeks of training and experience. He spun around toward the ruined doorway of the stable, drawing one of the dueling pistols out at the same time. He flung his shooting arm out toward the Frenchman in his blue coat, who stood silhouetted in the doorway, his horse beside him. At the same time, Sebastian stepped sideways.

To protect me.

I know I cried out a protest, but I do not remember what I said. Both pistols fired at once.

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