Bound (A Faery Story 1)

herself.

She would leave, and he would find a more proper bondmate.

“Good night, love,” he whispered in her ear.

She was silent because good night was good-bye, and she just

couldn’t say the words.

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Chapter Seven

Meg felt the minute he left the small bed they slept in. She felt

him disentangle himself, and she certainly missed the heat of his

body. He had draped himself around her all through the night,

tangling their limbs together. She had never slept so well in her life.

She remained still, listening as he dressed, rebuilt their fire, and

prepared to hunt for their breakfast. He leaned over and kissed her

softly before he stalked off to find food.

Meg remained perfectly still as she forced herself to count to one

hundred before tossing on her clothes. She pulled on the boots last.

She retrieved the small saddle bag Dante had given her the day

before. She briefly looked through it. There was food and a canteen,

and what looked like a first aid kit. He’d also slipped his business

card in. It declared him Head of the Green Sales Unit. She shook her

head. Used car salesman to the core. There were a few other things

she didn’t recognize, but she threw the bag over her shoulder and

wondered which way to go. She decided on south, since she could

make it back to the market. Perhaps there would be someone on the

road who would help her.

As she began to walk, she wondered how Beck would take her

leaving. Her heart hurt when she thought of him. How could she get

so close to someone in so little time? She was smart enough to know

that he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. He couldn’t accept