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Bercelak rolled his eyes "I think, Mother, that’s a tad extre her wine, Rhiannon looked around the hall she stood in Bercelak didn’t take her to some mountain fortress to eous castle nestled in a valley between the Taaffe Mountains of Kerezik But this seeon to live The only way to enter the building was to shift to huh the doors

Rhiannon had heard many tales about Bercelak’s father, Ailean the Wicked In fact, details about his many, many, many loves and conquests filled volume after volume of books her own father would never let her read She’d always heard he preferred to live a the humans, but she never realized to what extent until now

He even had huons they served

Strange

"Well, well, well," a great voice boomed behind her "My son’s feue that particular point, a large hand slapped her on the back as way of greeting She stuht into Bercelak’s arms; otherwise she would have ended up face down on the ht?"

"Aye"

"Fragile little thing, isn’t she?"

Growling, Rhiannon turned around to face the one behind her, but she froze on the spot and stared

By the dark gods of fire, he’s gorgeous!

This had to be Ailean Built on had blue hair streaked with the white of age that reached down his back and swept across the floor His sharp silver eyes looked back at her with curiosity as sinfully full lips tilted into a smirk thatwere so beautiful--their father was that and so much on’s bed He had to be at least in his fifth or six hundredth winter and yet he was strong, powerful, and deadly attractive still

When she didn’t say anything, sied her shoulder

"Say so," he near snarled between his teeth

So she did To his father "You are absolutely gorgeous"

Ailean grinned and looked at his son "Well, at least we know she has da her from the roo shut in front of her cut off her view