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She had tossed a mud pie straight in his face, and he was going to get

retribution. Meg could feel the cool marble under his bare feet. The

palace was filled with light. Cian wasn’t really mad. He was just

playing a game. In Cian’s body, Meg ran past Beck. He was coming

out of a room with his father. Beck looked so serious. He was somber,

but she could feel him. She could feel how much he wanted to join his

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twin and their sister. Beck wanted to play, but he simply nodded at his

twin and followed their father.

Math. She was hit full-force with a load of equations she grasped

for a moment, and then they were gone. Cian’s head was filled with

math and science and theories on everything. He was so smart. His

mind worked a thousand miles a minute. Meg couldn’t process it all.

Her brain hurt. Poems and stories and articles on anthropology and

engineering written in several different languages flew in and out of

her head.

She felt a pounding pressure begin.

And the women…so many women. He loved sex. He craved it.

He needed it to feel whole and complete. He got lost in his mind

sometimes, but his body always insisted on having its fair share of

time. There were blondes, brunettes, and girls with hair the color of

the sunset. He was affectionate toward them all. He liked them one or

two at a time, and he loved it when he shared a female with his other

half. Cian liked to hold a lover in his arms while Beck fucked her. It

had been so long since they shared a truly intimate experience. Beck

had become so rigid in his sexuality. He hadn’t stopped sharing

women with his brother. He had done something worse. He had

stopped sharing himself with anyone. Beck had closed off entire

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