Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Meg wondered how old he thought he was. Sometimes he came

off as almost childlike. Other times he looked at her with barely

controlled lust in his eyes. He hadn’t acted on it. Meg felt perfectly

safe with him, but it could be difficult to keep up with the changes.

After they ate, Meg intended to get this bonding thing done, so she

could have another fully functional, non-crazy teammate.

After she had broken down, Meg had made a few decisions. She

was stuck here. She wasn’t getting home, so she had two options. She

could lie down and cry. She could bemoan her fate and become bitter,

or she could get off her ass and make do. She could be dependent on

the people around her, or she could learn really damn fast. As she

didn’t intend to act as Beck’s wife again, she decided she’d better be a

fast learner.

She had discovered a small room while exploring the barn. It had

a cot where Beck had slept the night before and a little stove to keep it

warm. It wasn’t much, but she could stay there and be fairly

comfortable. From what she’d read on the computer Dante had left

behind, she understood that the brothers needed her to remain close to

at least one of them. Somehow, her brain formed connections with

theirs and allowed them to function. There had been a bunch of brain-

numbing chemistry and science that she’d skimmed over.

There was nothing in the vampire information that claimed sex

was needed at all, so Meg thought it best she slept apart from them.

She doubted Beck would have a problem with it. Once she made it

clear to him he didn’t have to worry about her sexual advances

anymore, he would probably get on board with her plans.

If she wasn’t the type of woman who brought out a man’s

protective instincts, then she’d better learn to be independent. A room

of her own would help. It would be far too hard to sleep beside them

every night and not be able to touch them. Once Cian was rational