yourself off the leash, I suspect you’ll be between her legs three times
a day. Try to remember I need her, too.”
Beck stole a kiss as well, though his was neither quick nor sweet.
His tongue plundered like the pirate he was. When he let her go, Meg
held on to his arm to steady herself. “I promise nothing, Ci. And you
seriously underestimate me if you think it’s only going to be three
times a day.”
The downside to having two husbands suddenly became very
obvious to Meg. “Let’s talk about this, boys.”
Whatever else she had to say was lost as two of the villagers were
riding up to the cottage. They rode swiftly, each man leaning forward
in the saddle with great determination. The very air around her
became tense. Beck reached for the sword on his back. It was in his
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sp; hand as they made their way back to the cottage.
“Your Highnesses,” one of the young men called out. Both of the
men dismounted and made courtly bows.
“Niall, Eiric,” Cian greeted the men. “What has happened?”
“’Tis the miller’s daughter,” the one Meg thought was Niall said.
There were tears in his eyes.
“Bri?” Meg asked, feeling her stomach clench. She was a sweet
girl of barely sixteen years. Meg had spent an afternoon with the girl
and her parents. What had happened to her?
“Yes, ma’am,” Eiric confirmed. “There’s been an accident. Her
father begs Your Highnesses to come and figure out what has
happened to his daughter.”
“How bad is it?” Beck asked the men.
“’Tis bad, Your Highness,” Niall replied. “Very bad. The miller
needs his Kings.”
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