Her lovely face fell. There was a wealth of disgusted
disappointment in her voice, and Cian remembered she didn’t like
him, either. They had a mutual disapproval society going. “Cian,
where’s Beckett? I heard from the trolls that he was back from his
hunting trip. They saw him riding in from the forest.”
She had placed her hands on her hips, all attempts at ladylike
perfection gone. She wouldn’t waste the effort on him. Cian laughed
at that thought. He sobered slightly. She’d said trolls with great
distaste. She was a sidhe who thought all other Fae creatures were
beneath her.
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“I don’t know.” Cian was able to answer with complete
truthfulness. For once, his blank mind was a blessing. It did give him
a good reason to be down here, though. Beck had been gone and then
returned. Big brother had likely taken one look at him and ordered
him to bathe. It explained everything.
“Well, ain’t that surprising?” Liadan mocked. Her perfect features
made for a perfect sneer. “You are completely good for nothing. I
don’t know how your brother puts up with you.”
“And I don’t see how he can stand to touch you long enough to
get off,” Cian shot back as he walked toward the edge of the pond, his
feet dragging in the mud. The soap seemed to have floated away.
Why was he here?
“I take care of him just fine.” Liadan stood looking at him with
one hand on her hip. She seemed supremely sure of her own
attractions. “He loves me, you know.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Even with all his trouble, Cian knew he would
remember if Beck was in love. If Beck was in love, then it followed
that he would be in love, too. Liadan had never understood the link