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fell as she remembered. “I am so sorry. I should not have said that.”
Beck smiled tightly at his aunt. “It’s all right. I wasn’t brooding.
Well, maybe I was. I was thinking about my wife.”
He held himself still, watching for her reaction. He had asked
Dante to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to tell his aunt himself.
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Her elegant face became a mask of well-bred horror. “Tell me you
haven’t married that Liadan person. Oh, Beck. You cannot give up
hope. Annul the marriage. I will find a way to smuggle a bondmate
out of Tir na nÒg . Your Uncle Alex and Susie already have feelers
out looking for the best way to do it. We have confirmation that
Torin, the bastard, is making deals with other vampire families to sell
them consorts. Obviously he would never make a deal with the
Dellacourts, but we have plans.”
Beck took his aunt’s hand. She was a slave to fashion, as always,
and her nails were painted an emerald green with small jewels on the
tips. It was the fashion for consorts. “Tell them to stop. I’m not about
to…what was the term Meg used…divorce my wife, though she
might beat me when I return home. As for Cian, I spoke to him not
thirty minutes ago on that contraption your son left with our wife.
He’s perfectly clear-headed and more like himself than he has been in
years. He’s just as pissed with me as Meg must be, though he’s trying
to hide it, the tricky bastard. I’ll have to watch my step when I get
home or he’ll jump me.”
Alana gasped as she understood the implications. Before she
could say a thing, a bundle of feminine energy burst into the room and
ran straight for Beck. Beck braced himself for impact and wasn’t
disappointed. Susan Dellacourt threw herself into his arms with a
resounding thud.
