Beck’s eyes were dark in the firelight. There was an unmistakable
 
 air of confusion in them. “What is divorce?”
 
 It was Meg’s turn to be shocked. She studied him for a moment to
 
 see if he was pulling her leg. “You really don’t know?”
 
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 He shook his head. “I don’t understand your story, love. Your
 
 parents did not die? They left each other and formed bonds with other
 
 people? They had children with people who were not their spouse?”
 
 “Well, they were at the time,” Meg tried to explain. “You don’t
 
 have a way to dissolve a marriage?”
 
 “No. Why would we have that?” Beck asked, his face showing no
 
 signs of teasing. “Marriage is sacred.”
 
 “Okay, how about if the husband abuses the wife? Is she supposed
 
 to stay in the marriage?” Again, he looked blankly at her. “What if her
 
 husband smacks her around? What if he cheats on her with the local
 
 floozy? What if he calls her names and is generally unpleasant to be
 
 around?”
 
 Beck nodded, finally getting her point. “If this happened in a Fae
 
 marriage, then the female would beat the male into submission. If she
 
 is too small to beat him properly, one of the larger women of her
 
 family would perform the task for her.”
 
 “And the man just stands there for the beating?” Meg asked
 
 incredulously.
 
 “If he has any honor at all,” Beck replied with a frown. “If his
 
 abuse of the wife continues, the males of her family would take care
 
 of him. As I said before, the only way out of a Fae marriage is death,
 
 but that can be arranged.”
 
 Meg couldn’t help but smile. “I kind of wish those rules had been
 
 in play when I got married.”