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Cian had given his brother all the credit for founding their own little

kingdo that he had simply followed his

brother’s lead Beck had been the one to take charge in those dark

years after losing their parents Hearing the love and admiration for

Beck did nothing to ease the ache in Meg’s heart that he couldn’t love

her

Meg walked slowly, not ’s chill It

really was beautiful here There was a gentleup from the

pond She saw the cows contentedly eating grass in the distance The

sky was a soft watercolor of blues, pinks, and oranges It was similar

to her plane, but it felt so different Even the air here was gauzy and

sweet The whole world seeht

stole over her She could be happy here Meg took a deep breath and

continued on toward the cottage

She would be happy here Happiness was a state of being She