Rory lowered his head to press warm kisses to Pippa's ear and neck before murmuring, "I love you too, sweet. So very much." His warm hands kept running over her body, gentle and soothing. "A shíorghrá." My eternal love.

His arms slipped around his red-haired lover to hold her snug against him. As he continued with his rocking, he realized something that he mentally kicked himself for not seeing immediately. He needed to write her a new song. Songs. Completely new pieces of music, untouched by any horrific associations, untainted by Larch's vicious brutality.