about it.
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Chapter Fourteen
“What is it?” Cian sat in the kitchen looking at the small, flat
cake-thing his wife had been working on for days now. Meg had been
working on other things as well, but this odd bit of food was her labor
of love.
Cian had been busy laboring in the fields that fed the village. He
spent the day working on his irrigation system with the gnomes. At
night, he’d been entertaining the Fae who had come from all over the
plane to welcome the new Queen. They were setting up large tents on
the land around the village. It was like a great fair had come to town.
Cian was happy with the coin that was now flowing around the
village as visitors spent money and traded goods with the locals. It
had been a long time since his people had anything resembling
prosperity.
Meg seemed to think she had something to trade, too—this odd-
looking thing she was prepared to force on him. She looked so cute
with an apron over her day clothes and flour in her hair. She looked
good enough to eat, and the now familiar ache started in his groin. He
was going to die if she didn’t say yes soon.
“It’s a cookie,” his wife proclaimed as though that meant
something.
Cian was rapidly discovering that even with the bond, his mind
still wandered. It was his wife’s fault. She had a smile that tended to
melt his insides. Cian forced himself to concentrate on her words and
not how creamy her skin looked.
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