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“Thank you,” she said softly. She leaned over and pressed her lips
to his.
Cian’s smile was rueful. “I’m glad I have your gratitude, wife,
because my dick is cursing me.”
Meg laughed, and they got up, dressed, and got ready to face the
day.
* * * *
Liadan O’Neill watched as the idiot, Cian, ran from the barn
toward the cottage. He was naked, and there was no doubt he was a
man on a mission. She had seen the human walk toward the cottage.
She had no idea why they had spent the night in the barn, but it
looked like they were moving their little lovefest inside.
She had to admit, he was a lovely man. He couldn’t help it. He
looked exactly like his better half. If Cian Finn had been anything like
his brother, her job would have been infinitely easier. She could have
seduced Cian and put a blade through his heart. She had one she had
made especially for him. It was cold iron and easy for her small hands
to use. She had cursed the blade herself and tested it on that moron
she’d been forced to call her husband for years. She’d needed her
husband to get her into the village. It had taken a long while to find
the right plane, and once she was here, she needed to get close to the
princes. Her husband had come in handy. When he’d discovered her
true nature, she’d tested her weapon. It had proven thoroughly
effective. Life as a widow had given her the freedom she needed.
Liadan didn’t dare try to use it on Beck. His instincts were too
well-honed when it came to battle. His hands were quick, and he
could disarm her in an instant. He was the warrior. There was no
doubt about it. Liadan shivered slightly when she thought about all