“Beck! I can’t believe it.” His cousin looked up at him with joyful
tears in her eyes. “You bonded! We all thought we were going to lose
you. It’s fate. I know it is.”
“You’ll have to excuse my wife, Your Highness,” Colin
O’Donnell Dellacourt said with an indulgent smile. He bowed
formally to his king. Beckett recognized the sidhe. He had been one
of the many refugees to make it out of Tir na nÒg before the plane
was closed. Unlike most of the Fae, Colin had settled on the Vampire
plane and quickly found himself in the enviable position of consort.
“She’s been worried about you and Cian for a very long time. She
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talks about you all the time. I’ve heard more stories about your
childhood than I can imagine.”
Colin was dressed in typical vampire attire. He was casual but
elegant in slacks and a pearl-gray dress shirt. He had come a long way
from a farm in Tir na nÒg.
“Well, I remember when she was just a wee thing, and I used to
pull her pigtails,” Beck said, giving his cousin a squeeze. He often
didn’t understand his vampire relatives, but he loved them.
Susan shook her head and planted a kiss on her cousin’s cheek as
she noted her brother walking into the room. “That was Ci, dear. You
were always too serious to play.” She squeezed his hand. “Why didn’t
you bring your new wife and Ci with you? Everyone will be dying to
meet her, and I would love to talk to Cian when I don’t have to
remind him who I am every five minutes.”
“You aren’t the only one, sis. He was completely loony when I
left. Bonkers. It’s funny now, of course, but at the time, I was
concerned.” Dante shrugged Beck’s way. “Well, you told me to keep
my mouth shut around Mother. You said nothing at all about Susan.