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that she left you.”  
    Keiran didn’t believe her for a moment. “She wouldna have made you promise to wipe all my memories of her if that were the case. Right now she could be carrying the future heir to the throne, but you doona care. Now you’ve gotten your final revenge and hurt the Sinclairs like never before.”  
    He raked his gaze over the ugly beast. “This form you take, this is what you truly are, no’ the Fae you claim to be. You want to know why my ancestor toyed with you? Because he saw this inside of you, he saw what you really were. And you paled in comparison to the women we are bound to.”  
    “Do you hurt, prince? How does it feel to know Senga is with you, but will never be yours?” Saynarra asked as she reverted back to her Fae appearance. She glanced at Aimery when he approached. “Good luck finding me,” she said before she disappeared.
    “Shite!” Aimery said as he disappeared.
    Without another word Keiran turned and walked to Senga. He gently lifted her in his arms and stepped past his brothers to his parents.   “Senga is from Drahcir,” he said to them. “Aimery bade her leave days after I did to await me in the world beyond our gates. Her family is here.”  
    His father gave a nod. “I’ll send for them immediately.”  
    Keiran looked at his mother to see her beautiful eyes full of sadness.   He held Senga tighter.   “I’d hoped to be celebrating this day and planning our wedding, no’ to be mourning her loss.”  
    “Oh, son,” she whispered as more tears spilled down her face.  
    Keiran let her shed the tears he was unable to.   In the short time he had with Senga, he had experienced the most joy in his entire life.   He glanced down at her as he started down the long, winding road to the palace high in the cliffs. He could almost imagine she was simply sleeping and would wake at any moment, embarrassed that he was carrying her.  
    Gods, how can I live without her?  
     

 
     
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    For three weeks Keiran sat beside Senga, refusing to leave her side and barely eating. The entire kingdom mourned the loss of their future queen, but none mourned her more than Keiran.   He had talked to her, yelled at her, and begged her to wake, but she never moved. Not even a flinch to let him know she heard him.  
    It was the worse kind of torture imaginable.  
    Movement behind him drew his attention. When he looked over his shoulder it was to find all three of his brothers standing shoulder to shoulder.   They were good men, his brothers. Good, strong, loyal, and the best warriors he knew.  
    “I can no’ lead Drahcir without her,” he finally spoke into the quiet.   He’d come to the decision just days after returning to Drahcir, but he knew it was time to voice it to his brothers. Already he’d spoken to his parents. They didn’t agree with his decision, but they stood by him nonetheless.  
    “I’m abdicating the throne tomorrow. Lucian, as the next oldest, you’ll be heir.”  
    Lucian shook his head. “I doona want it.   It’s yours. You’re meant to be king of Drahcir.”  
    “I’m meant to be king with my queen beside me. If I can no’ have Senga, what good would I be to our people? It’s for the best, Lucian. Trust me in this.”  
    Elric’s shoulders sagged as he let out a sigh. “I understand why you think you can no’ rule, but I think you can. What would Senga want you to do?”  
    Keiran looked to his mate and fingered a lock of her honey curls. He felt the stirrings of a smile for he knew exactly what she would say. “She’d tell me to do my duty, regardless.”   As quickly as the grin began, it disappeared. He turned to his brothers. “I pray that none of you has your mate taken. The pain is…unbearable.”
     
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    Sorin elbowed his brothers to get their attention and walked from the room as soon as Keiran had focused once more on his mate. Sorin turned to his brothers when the door closed