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hadn’t been able to open himself fully to her. She wouldn’t have been

able to handle some of the things he’d done. “You would have done

the same, little brother. Trust me. Once you’ve seen her, you’ll

understand.”

Holding the items in one hand, Cian walked through the bedroom

to the back door of the cottage. He looked back at his brother. There

was the slightest hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “She’s a proper

bondmate, then?”

Beck cocked an eyebrow questioningly. “The bond works. I

know. It will work with you, too.”

“That’s not what I meant, brother,” Cian said. “I was asking if

she’s like the other bondmates. Is she anything like Maris?”

Beck remembered well how Cian felt about their intended. He

could barely stand the sight of her. She had made her preferences

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clear. She wanted to be queen. She would have preferred to only be

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married to the warrior half of the King. “Not in the way you mean.

Meg is sweet, and she’s got quite the mouth on her. She wasn’t raised

to be a high-born lady, but she deserves no less respect. She’s a little

scared, too.”

Cian’s spine straightened. “We’ll make sure she’s got nothing to

be afraid of, then.”

“Go, make yourself presentable for our little wife. I’ll find us

something for dinner.” Beck was grinning as he changed the sheets on

the bed and straightened up the room. Out of the back window, he

could see Cian hurrying down the path to the pond. It had been a long,

long while since he’d seen his brother move so quickly.

As happy as he was, getting married also brought about a range of

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