for an entry and then wasted the money by walking away, they would
 
 bring their families shame.”
 
 Dante nodded, agreeing with the gnome. “Vamps are damn
 
 serious about corporate funds. The Fae can walk away because there’s
 
 no shame in surrendering to the King.”
 
 “King?” She’d heard Beck referred to that way, but now it seemed
 
 serious.
 
 Dante’s arrogance was gone, and in its place was an earnestness
 
 that made him almost angelically attractive. “Yes, Beckett Finn is the
 
 rightful King of the Seelie Fae. A pretender sits on his throne and has
 
 since Beck was seventeen years old. Beck lost his mother, father,
 
 sister, home, and kingdom all in one day. He has been on the run ever
 
 since. He has been forced to live as a peasant, barely getting by. He
 
 sells his sword to put food on the table. All he has in the world is his
 
 brother.” Dante sat forward. He placed his hand on hers. It was
 
 slightly cool to the touch. “You can change that for him. You can
 
 make his life worth living. I love my cousin. He’s more like a brother
 
 to me. If Cian makes a comeback, it is entirely possible I can get my
 
 sister to back them financially. Once the money starts flowing, Beck’s
 
 loyalists will come back.”
 
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 Meg sighed. She knew there had been more to this than simple
 
 lust-at-first-sight. He had ambitions, and she figured into them. “He
 
 wants to take back his throne?”
 
 “Yes,” Dante replied, as though it should have been blatantly
 
 obvious. “He wants to overthrow his murdering uncle. I know that
 
 you intend to run at the first opportunity. Don’t try to deny it. I would
 
 do the same thing in your place, but I’m asking you to give him a
 
 chance. Is there anything you could do on your home plane as