Bound (A Faery Story 1)

a Fae woman. He had given up the right when he treated her like a

piece of trash.

“You’re tearing yourself apart over what happened out there, and

I’m not sure which part is killing you. You aren’t responsible for the

fact that you’re losing control. You should have been bonded five

years ago. If I recall, your parents had already betrothed the two of

you to a nice royal girl.”

Beck snorted. He remembered Maris. How could he forget? He’d

known since he was very young that she was his future bondmate. She

had been a cool blonde and very aware of her position, even as a

young teen. If she had been with him in the arena, she would have

slapped him silly. “I don’t think my uncle intended to honor that

contract.”

The vampire sighed impatiently. “That’s my point, asshole. You

did everything right. It’s not your fault that it all went wrong. Meg

saved you.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Beck asked irritably.

“Then why did you treat her like crap?”

“It’s your fault,” Beck snarled, lying through his teeth. Maybe if

he pissed his cousin off enough, he would go away and leave him

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alone. “You were the one who was stupid enough to bring her into the

arena.”

Dante stood. He walked to the water’s edge, proving he did,

indeed, have a death wish. “It was the only way I could think to

salvage the situation.”

“I can think of another,” Beck replied, narrowing his eyes in

challenge.

Dante threw his head back and groaned. “I am not going to inject