She breathed slowly and clutched her fingers together behind his neck. To trust someone. To depend upon them. To need them. It was more nerve-wracking than entering a den of demons blindfolded, and humbling, too. But she believed Cian to be a person of his word, and that was something she wanted badly. No matter how solitary she had been living, deep down, that wasn’t what Rhiannon wanted for herself. If not Cian, she would inevitably link arms with someone else, and that someone else might be a bad idea.

“When we met, I asked where you came from. You said what mattered was where we were going. I still think you’re wrong. It matters to me.”