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and this ti He would be stalwart

He would fade, and the world would be a better place He walked

around to the front of the cottage He would bolt all the doors

“Beck?”

It was another feminine voice that pulled him away from his

nize He looked down and saw a

petite, curvy woman with a mass of wavy brown hair It wasn’t

brown There was red and blonde in it, too It was a glorious auburn

The lighter places caught the late afternoon light and sparkled It was

beautiful and a little wild A proper Fae lady would never wear her

hair so wild Her clothes were travelling clothes, and they weren’t

perfectly proper either She had left the top of the neck unbuttoned

Cian was fascinated by her creamy skin He could see the soft rise of

her breasts She was beautiful

“No, sweetheart,” a very familiar voice corrected her Cian