people will accept my queen, or I’ll cease being their king. Well, I’ll
cease being half their king, anyway.”
Flanna patted his hand, seemingly giving up the fight. “I will go
and get things started. The village will feast tonight, my son.”
“Yes.” Cian looked at his mother’s ring with satisfaction. “We
will feast and dance and drink.” And then he would set about
seducing his lovely, brave bride.
Bound
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Chapter Twelve
Beck stood looking out the window on the hundred and second
floor of the Dellacorp building. This was the penthouse his aunt lived
in, and it always made him nervous to be so high in a non-natural
structure. Below, the neon lights of the city gave the night an ethereal
quality. It was an odd sight, and one he wished he could share with
his wife. Meg would be fascinated by this world. She would likely
enjoy the ridiculous lights and soaring heights the vampires lived in.
It gave Beck a stomachache, but it might be worth it if Meg liked it.
He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk that she could run here and
probably find someone to hide her. Probably? He shook his head
ruefully. She would have no end of handsome vampires willing to
save her from her marriage. She was a beautiful bondmate, and they
would consider her a perfect consort. She would have vampires
fighting over the privilege of who got to save her from her husband.
“You are brooding, Beck.” His aunt’s voice cut through his
thoughts and pulled him into the present. He turned and looked at his
mother’s sister. She was graceful and lovely, just as his mother had
been. Her perfectly black hair was in a neat knot at the nape of her
neck. “I think sometimes you forget which half you are. You are a
man of action. Leave the brooding to Cian.” Alana Dellacorp’s face