Bound (A Faery Story 1)

faster than my ears work. Are you saying you no longer wish to return

to your own plane?”

Meg nodded. “Yes. I am going to give this marriage thing another

shot. Apparently, if it doesn’t work out, murder is always an option.

Beck promised me.”

“Well, that throws a different light on the thing, then,” the red

man muttered.

“What?” Meg asked, not sure she had caught that last part.

His face was jovial as he looked up, as though all the

consternation had just floated away. “Nothing, dear, nothing at all. I

think it’s marvelous that you’ve decided to give the king another

chance. Love is more important than any other consideration. I know

just how to get you back to your husband, dearie.”

He started down the path again. Meg followed eagerly. She hoped

she could get back before Beck realized she was gone. She would get

back to camp and throw off her clothes. When Beck showed up, she

would tempt him back into bed where she intended to prove to him

they were perfect together.

“How do you know all this stuff?” She hadn’t mentioned that her

husband was the King. Meg followed the red man off the path. She

could hear water flowing. It made her feel good. They had followed a

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river last night to get to their campsite by the lake. She must be

getting close.

“I know everything, dearie,” the man stated plainly. “It’s all a part

of who I am.”

Before Meg could continue the line of questioning, she was halted

by a sight so beautiful it took her breath away.

They had crested a small hill and the river came into view. There