Bound (A Faery Story 1)

waist then helped her into a pair of knee-length boots. Her hair was

braided and marigolds were woven into it.

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All Meg could think about was how she was going to get away.

“Well, look at you,” a low voice said. “Fae Barbie.”

Meg shook her head. As upset as she was, the vampire made her

smile. He might be the only thing she halfway understood in this

strange world. “You have Barbies, too?”

“Oh, yes,” Dante co

nfirmed. “My sister filled the house with

them. I used to have my soldiers take them hostage. She had to pay

me to get them back. It was my first business. The consort Barbies

come with bite marks on their necks. I bet yours don’t have that.”

“No,” Meg said and sort of wished Dante had been the one she

was tied to. She was bouncing all over the place emotionally, but she

couldn’t help it. At least he had a sense of humor, and apparently, his

plane had things she was used to, like running water and indoor

toilets.

“Hey.” Dante brushed a tear off her cheek. “None of that. It’s

going to be all right. You’ll see.”

“I’m sure it will be fine.” It would be perfectly fine once she got

the hell out of here. Someone would be willing to help her. She didn’t

buy that no-going-back crap. If she got here, she could get back.

Dante’s perceptive eyes narrowed. “Don’t run. It won’t go well

for you. There are things in that forest you can’t imagine. Promise me

you won’t run until you meet Cian. Please, just give him a chance to

be less of an asshole than Beck has been this afternoon.”

“If he’s anything like his brother, there’s no point,” Meg said

bitterly.