Cian hadn’t complained. He’d sat quietly. He’d let her tug and pull
until his hair was straight and shiny. Cian had then laid his head in her
lap and promptly fallen asleep. He hadn’t woken until dinner was
ready. Beck had been happy that Meg seemed content to sit and rest
while Cian slept. They looked good together.
“What’s wrong with Cian? The same thing that was wrong with
me,” Beck replied quietly. “He is out of balance. He needed to be
bonded five years ago. For me, it came out as rage. For Cian, he is
dissolving into chaos. It’s worse than I thought. He’s better when I’m
around, you see. I had no idea he was having episodes where he
forgot years of our lives.”
Dante had been the one to tell him that bit of news. He had pulled
Beck aside for a long discussion while Cian contentedly slept in
Meg’s lap. He’d explained that Cian had barely remembered where he
was when Dante had spoken to him the night before. Cian had been
confused and slightly scared when Dante had awakened him. The
vampire had to explain the situation to the sidhe every time he woke.
“The sooner you bond with him, the better. You need tonight to
rest, but tomorrow it should be done,” Beck said soberly.
After the events earlier in the day and the arduous travel, Meg
needed to rest. The bonding could be intense. Beck was a little
worried about Cian’s state of mind, but the bonding had to be done.
Beck was suddenly intensely aware that he was alone with his
wife. Cian was sleeping, and Dante had left before dinner, saying he
had someone he needed to see. That was bullshit. Beck knew he was
going to the tavern. He wouldn’t be back before morning, if then. It
didn’t matter. Beck had what he needed from Dante. He’d used the
communication device to speak with Susan. She had promised Beck a
good salary to clear out the tunnels in Dellacorp’s latest mining
project. They were full of some form of monstrous bat. Vampires