He closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember the taste of her and the feel of her and the smell of her. She was quite lovely. She was altogether ravishing. She would set any man's blood on fire. He shouldn't have kissed her.

A man who is born to be hanged can never be drowned.

It was because he wanted to kiss her so much that he stopped himself, bent over her hand, clicking his heels together, then let her go. 'Adios, Isabella. Good luck. Please be careful. Stay safe.' 'Goodbye, Finlay. May God protect you and keep you from harm.