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Her small hands suddenly fussed in his hair. She played gently

with it, and Cian liked it. Her little hands felt like the flutter of pixie wings against his skin.

“What is your name?” Cian looked down on her in wonder. She

was so beautiful. She was a lovely siren, calling him away from his

duty. He had something to do, but he’d rather stay here with her.

She smiled up, and all the light and warmth in the world was in

her face. “I’m Meggie.”

Cian felt such a rush of emotion at the sound of the name. He

pulled her into his arms and hugged her with all the strength he had

left. After a moment of startled surprise, she wound her arms around

his chest and held him close. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but

he knew she had saved him from something. A word to describe her

leapt to his addled brain. It was the only clear thing in his head.

“Wife,” he whispered in her ear. It was a prayer.

* * * *

Beck settled back in his chair after suppertime. The

fire blazed in

front of him, filling the cottage with warmth. Meg rocked in the chair

beside him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Meg asked. Beck looked at her pretty

face and felt a contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time.

They were both pleasantly full from the meal Beck had produced.

It had been simple, but Meg had eaten the chicken, potatoes, and

carrots ravenously. Beck was pleased that Meg had gotten Cian to eat.

Cian had followed her around like a lost child. By the time Beck had

come back to the brugh, she had gotten Cian inside the cottage and managed to sit him in front of the fire with a blanket around his body.

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While Beck had prepared dinner, Meg had patiently worked a

comb through Cian’s long, dark hair. It had been a tangled mess, but


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