you. It would probably go away if you jumped on top of me and
bounced around for a while. Well, it wouldn’t go away for long.”
Getting to her feet, Meg turned away from the too-tempting sight.
Her second husband was proving even more troublesome than the
first. She needed to get properly dressed and get her day started.
Perhaps then she would be better equipped to handle Cian. Her day
clothes were still in the cottage. She would take some time to collect
herself and then see to the farm.
“I’m going to get dressed. You…I don’t know. Just take care of
/> that,” she said, avoiding the delicious sight of him as she stumbled out
of the room.
She expected to step out into the leftover destruction from the
night before, but the yard was pristine once more, without a sign of
what had gone on. The gathering had been huge, with everyone in the
village showing up to dance and drink. She had been introduced to
sidhe, brownies, trolls, gnomes, and some dwarves down from the
mountains. They had toasted Cian’s health and the twins’ marriage.
Everyone spoke of Beck with great fondness, and Meg had learned a
lot about her wayward husband. He had saved many of the people of
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the village at great cost to himself. For years after the civil war, he
had worked hard to settle refugees from his home plane.
It would have been very easy for the king to settle on the Vampire
plane. The Dellacourts were a wealthy family who would have taken
in Beck and Cian. He could have lived in luxury, and no one would
have blamed him. Instead, at seventeen, he decided to establish a
village on a safe plane to give his people a home.
Beck was their protector. Without him, the Fae would have
dispersed and more than likely had trouble surviving on their own.