t.
She had tossed a mud pie straight in his face, and he was going to get
retribution. Meg could feel the cool marble under his bare feet. The
palace was filled with light. Cian wasn’t really mad. He was just
playing a game. In Cian’s body, Meg ran past Beck. He was coming
out of a room with his father. Beck looked so serious. He was somber,
but she could feel him. She could feel how much he wanted to join his
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twin and their sister. Beck wanted to play, but he simply nodded at his
twin and followed their father.
Math. She was hit full-force with a load of equations she grasped
for a moment, and then they were gone. Cian’s head was filled with
math and science and theories on everything. He was so smart. His
mind worked a thousand miles a minute. Meg couldn’t process it all.
Her brain hurt. Poems and stories and articles on anthropology and
engineering written in several different languages flew in and out of
her head.
She felt a pounding pressure begin.
And the women…so many women. He loved sex. He craved it.
He needed it to feel whole and complete. He got lost in his mind
sometimes, but his body always insisted on having its fair share of
time. There were blondes, brunettes, and girls with hair the color of
the sunset. He was affectionate toward them all. He liked them one or
two at a time, and he loved it when he shared a female with his other
half. Cian liked to hold a lover in his arms while Beck fucked her. It
had been so long since they shared a truly intimate experience. Beck
had become so rigid in his sexuality. He hadn’t stopped sharing
women with his brother. He had done something worse. He had
stopped sharing himself with anyone. Beck had closed off entire