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Everyone was mad at him.

“Then maybe you should listen to Ci,” Colin said sagely. “He

would listen to you when it came to killing gigantic bats.”

That thought amused him and reminded him he did have a place

where Cian didn’t best him. “He wouldn’t have time to listen. He

would be running the other way.” Cian had always been a pussy when

it came to things with fangs trying to kill him. “I want to go home,

Colin. Can you get me home tonight?”

The big Fae smiled. “That I can do, Your Highness. I suspect I

could get someone to drive you straight through to your village, if you

like. If you go back to the city, you’ll find yourself being debriefed

for twelve hours.”

Beck groaned. “Please, no more meetings.”

Colin graciously inclined his head. “Go take a shower while I get

a driver set for you. I have to prep this site for mining operations, or

I’d take you myself. As it is, I suspect I’ll get in trouble with my boss.

She’s expecting you to report back like a good little employee.”

Beck grinned. “Then she shouldn’t have paid me up front.”

He rushed off to get changed. He was anxious to get back to his

sleepy little village where his sweet wife waited to start their life

together.

* * * *

Five hours later, Beck stared slack-jawed at the chaos around him.

There were tents and campsites everywhere. His quiet village had

turned into a raucous marketplace. There were people everywhere.

“Your Highness,” a pretty sidhe said. He thought her name was

Bri. She was carrying a basket, and he could hear the coins jangling in

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her pockets. He searched his memory. Her father was the miller.

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