Bound (A Faery Story 1)

he tried to saw through the thick hairs holding her down. The horse

was having none of that. She kicked out, trying to catch him with her

powerful legs. He didn’t dare touch the mane with his own hands, lest

he get as trapped as his wife.

The horse caught him in the chest. He flew back in the water, all

the air blowing from his lungs. He floated helplessly back up to the

surface. His mouth opened instinctively. He dragged air into his chest.

The knife was still in his hands. He’d managed to hold onto it.

How long had she been under? How long could a human go

without breath in her body?

She wasn’t Fae. Her small body was more fragile. Goddess, he

was going to lose her. Beck breathed in one last time and dove again.

This time Meg was slumped over. She moved as the current

moved, and her beautiful hair swayed with the reeds. Beck refused to

give up. He went straight for the monster who was trying to take his

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woman. Beck avoided the strong, kicking legs of the kelpie and

savagely went straight for its throat. He didn’t even try to keep his

hands clear. He forcefully planted his left hand in the horse’s mane. It

stuck immediately. He couldn’t move it, but it served as an anchor. If

he couldn’t kill the fucker, he would go down with her. He would die

as close to his mate as possible.

With a sort of savage glee, Beck shoved the blade he held in his

right hand deeply into the hors

e’s throat. The kelpie, unable to kick

him at this angle, tried to use her teeth to bite him. Beck dodged her

mouth. He used every bit of strength he had left to drag the blade

through the kelpie’s thick flesh. As the water around him clouded

with blood, Beck knew he would kill the monster, but realized it was