Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“I suppose I did,” Cian allows. “After all, I am up before the two of you. I decided I should go check on the fields. I put work before pleasure. It’s horrible. I’ll have to fight the instinct.”
“Well, I woke up knowing full well I had a lot to do this morning,” Beck says, pulling me back into bed. I can’t help but laugh as he presses his lips to my neck. “And still, I couldn’t force myself away from our very warm, very sexy wife. I think I’m going to enjoy having a piece of you inside me, brother.”
Cian rolls his eyes. “I’m glad for you. Unfortunately, I think the piece I took of you got stuck up my ass. If the two of you are finished fucking, I would like for you to join me outside. Something’s happened.”
Beck goes still. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to come outside to see,” Cian says solemnly. “I really can’t describe it to you.”
Beck kisses me again and gently eases me off his lap. “Let’s go see what’s happening, love.”
He rolls out of bed and pulls on his trousers. He shoves his shirt over his head and lastly, makes sure his sword is secure across his back. I grab my robe, belting it around my waist. Cian leads us out of the bedroom, toward the door of the cottage.
“What on earth?” I ask as I’m drawn into the living area. The ivy I wove around the doorway has invaded the house. I hoped one day it will cover much of the brick, but I knew it would take years. Apparently not. Thick vines of green have come in through the door and the windows.
Cian grins broadly. “You’re not on the Earth plane anymore, lover. And here, things just got a little more complicated.”
My eyes grow round with wonder as I walk outside. The marigolds I planted in the flowerbeds at the front of the house multiplied overnight. The blooms are huge, and each petal brims with life. Even the grass around the cottage seems greener and lusher than it did the previous day.
“What the hell happened here?” Beck asks.
Cian winks at me and lets go of my hand. He pulls a large nut seed out of his pocket and holds it up for our inspection. “Well, brother, I think I happened. You should probably stay back.”
Cian kneels down, shoves the seed into the ground, and holds his hand there for a moment. It’s a bare second before the dirt rumbles. Cian is forced to step back. The tree shoots up, fully formed from the seed he planted.
“What does it mean?” Beck asks, his mouth hanging open. He walks slowly around the new tree, inspecting it from all angles.
I do the same, awed by the vitality of the thing. The tree that was a mere seed moments before is lush and vibrant green, its branches reaching toward the sunny sky. It looks as though it has been growing for ten or fifteen years.
“You know what it means,” Cian replies, looking more serious than I remember him ever being. “Look at the fields, brother. Look at the fields and tell me the legends were wrong.”
I turn with Beck and gasp as I take in the prosperous fields that replaced the struggling ones. Crops that shouldn’t be harvested for a month are ripe and ready to be picked.
Beck starts walking toward the fields, stopping at the small garden close to the brugh. It’s gone green and radiant, too.
“Someone needs to explain this to me,” I say, since my husbands seem to be speaking their own language.
“It’s an old legend.” Beck bends over as he inspects a particularly luscious strawberry plant. “Back in Tír na nÒg, the legend had it that when royal symbiotic twins were born, if they found the right bondmate, she would bring them into their true power.”
“So now Ci is some sort of agricultural deity?” I ask.
It’s hard to believe the question came out of my mouth, but I’m starting to accept that things work very differently in my new home. After all, I negotiated a trade deal with goblins a few days ago. Why can’t my new hubby become a god?
“I’m a Green Man.” Cian speaks slowly, seeming to savor the words. “All things green and vital answer to me.”
A wind suddenly whips around the bottom hem of my robe. It’s an odd wind. It’s strong and seems happy to stay where it is. I turn around and have to catch my robe as the wind blows from underneath and exposes my legs.
“What the hell?” I move to Cian, who’s laughing at the wind’s antics.
“And I’m a Storm Lord.” Wonder fills Beck’s voice as he lifts a finger and the wind calms. It brushes gently against my cheeks, as though giving me a kiss. “My power comes from the winds and the rain. That’s amazing. I could call the rains if I wanted. I know how to do it. It’s like the information has always been in my brain, but now I can access it.”