make her work the fields with them?”
Liadan stifled a laugh. She was pretty sure the girl’s mum was
right. Now that Beckett Finn had given in to his bride’s charms, she
was certain little Meg had her fill of men jumping on top of her. Beck
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had been polite and careful with Liadan physically, but he was a big
man, and he could last forever. She felt his possession for days after
that first time with him. She couldn’t imagine having to sexually
satisfy both of them.
Queen Meg sat in one of the brother’s laps. Liadan thought it was
Beck from the arrogant way he held himself. His strong arm was
firmly, possessively around the woman’s waist. He adjusted her, and
Liadan could see he was pulling her firmly into his groin to hide his
erection. Cian leaned over with a knowing smile and whispered
something to his wife. She laughed with far too much enthusiasm for
a royal lady and kissed Cian full on the lips. Liadan shook her head in
disgust. The human comported herself with all the subtlety of a tavern
whore.
“The queen doesn’t work the fields,” Bri said smugly. “That is
King Cian’s duty. He’s the Green Man.”
Liadan felt her face lose its mask of cool indifference for a
moment. They couldn’t be taking the old myths seriously. She closed
her eyes and called on her inner calm. She needed to be practically
invisible tonight. She moved back into the shadows.
If these idiots began to believe the twins had gained true triad
powers, Torin was in trouble. The Fae had not seen a true triad for a
thousand years. The last set of symbiotic twins to bond with a strong
enough mate had taken over Tir na nÒg, and their line had ruled for
hundreds of years. Liadan didn’t believe for an instant that Cian was a