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Despite not being able to see her in the darkness of his room, Iarfhlaith knew she was there. The soft scent of black currant and gardenia gave her away. The last time he had felt her perfume had been thirteen years ago, when she set an ambush to assassinate him, and the floral scent haunted him ever since. The insolent woman he loathed tormented him. Not because of the uncertainty of when she would strike again, but because no matter what he did to forget the feeling of her body under his, Niamh Ceallach was etched in his very soul.