Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Sophie Oak

Meg took a deep breath and stared at the vampire. She decided it

was time to make a deal. “I will, but only on one condition.”

“I’ll bite,” Dante said with an ironic grin.

“Later, you have to take me for a ride on that motorcycle.” The

bike looked really cool.

“You got it, sister,” Dante agreed.

Meg was satisfied and sank down beside Dante to see what they

considered porn in the good old Vampire US of A.

* * * *

Beck walked into the house and swore silently. His twin was a

pig. How he’d managed to live with that slob brother of his for thirty

years without killing him was a mystery to Beck. The small living

room and kitchen area was cluttered, and it looked like no one had

done a single dish since he’d been gone.

“You were supposed to be fading, Ci,” he muttered to himself.

“Not wrecking the kitchen.”

He quickly went around, straightening up what he could, so Meg

wouldn’t take one look at her new home and walk out. She might

think the woods would be cleaner.

“Beck?” Cian’s voice was weak and barely carried out of the

bedroom.

“I’m here, Ci.” Beck walked through the door and stared at the

room. It looked like someone had cleaned up in here. There were neat

piles of papers and books stacked around the room. More than likely

it had been Dante. Vampires tended to be a bit fastidious. If his cousin

had spent the night and this morning sitting at Cian’s bedside, he had

probably felt compelled to straighten up a bit.

The room was dim. All the shutters were closed. Beck walked to

the two small windows and tossed them open, letting the afternoon