Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Bound

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was a real, actual faery prince, and according to him, he was hers.

Even after the way he treated her this afternoon, she wanted nothing

more than to throw herself into his arms.

She never, ever learned.

“Did you leave a husband behind?” Beck asked. “Do you have

babies who wonder where their mama is?”

All she had to do was say yes, she realized. If she said yes, cried

prettily, and talked about her sweet babies, he might try to get her

home. She could say she had two, a boy and a girl. She could also tell

him about the husband she loved more than life itself.

“No,” she admitted quietly. “I’m alone.”

He seemed confused by the statement and moved to sit beside her.

He pulled the blanket up around her. Beck carefully placed his arm

around her shoulder. “Did your parents die before they could find a

husband for you?”

Meg laughed abruptly at the thought. Her parents couldn’t be in a

room together for more than two minutes before a war broke out.

They hadn’t even attended her wedding, much less tried to advise her

on who to marry. “No. My parents divorced when I was twelve. Mom

remarried roughly six months later. She married the guy she had been

having an affair with. Dad married his secretary, excuse me,

administrative assistant, two months after that. Neither one of them

wanted to deal with a teenage girl, so I got shuffled around. I’d stay

with Mom until she got tired of me, and then I’d get shoved off on

Dad. Casey, his ten-years-older-than-me wife, didn’t like me very

much. They both had new children with their new spouses. Needless

to say, everyone was happy when I left for college. So, to answer your

question, no, they didn’t bother to find me a husband.”