Bound (A Faery Story 1)

while riding, she held on to his waist and buried her face in the curve

of his neck. He probably didn’t notice it, but he relaxed when she

clung to him. He preferred to be in physical contact with her.

Meg watched as the forest gave way to what looked like an

endless field. Still, Beck was silent.

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“Are we almost home?” Meg asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Almost,” he replied stoically.

Another moment and she couldn’t take anymore, but she had to

tread carefully.

“I’m very sorry.” She nuzzled against his neck. She loved the

smell of him. “Are you ever going to forgive me?”

His eyes were serious as he looked down at her, but he didn’t

move away.

“It hasn’t been very long, love. My bones are still cold from

jumping in the river after you. Perhaps you should let me warm up

before we start talking about forgiveness.” He sighed and rubbed her

back soothingly. “I don’t blame you. I should have known you would

run.”

“I wasn’t running,” Meg protested. Beck’s eyebrows arched

skeptically. “Okay, so I was at first. Then I realized that I want to give this thing a chance. We really do have a connection, and I want to

explore that. I know you won’t believe it, but I was trying to get back

to you. I got lost.”

“Of course you got lost,” Beck said with a frown. “You don’t

know your way around the forest. You could have been killed. You

almost were.”

She smiled up at him. “You saved me.”

“Barely.”

Meg thought about the strange little man in his red suit. She