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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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