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