Bound (A Faery Story 1)

again, Meg had no doubt he would be slightly horrified to find out he

was married to someone his brother had such distaste for.

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Sophie Oak

Meg pulled the pan off the grill using a thick towel. The eggs

were a little burnt, but edible. It was a minor triumph. She scooped

the largest part out onto a plate for Cian. He was bigger than she was

and looked like he could use the calories. She was going to have to

figure out how to fatten him up.

“Thanks,” he said gratefully as he dug in. “My sister likes eggs,

but she likes them fried. When she gets up, will you make some for

her, too?”

It was easier to play along than to explain over and over and over.

“Of course,” she murmured as she picked up her fork.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Cian then seemed

fascinated by the sight of his hand. He held it up in the light and

looked very confused. His head whirled around, and he took in the

cottage.

“This isn’t my home.” Cian looked around the cottage. He

sounded the slightest bit panicked. “Where am I?” He looked so lost.

He caught her hand and held it tightly. “I don’t know where I am.”

If Beck had been standing in front of her, she would have clocked

him with the iron skillet. Cian needed him, and he’d left. She

understood that they needed money, but it could have waited a day or

two. She held Cian’s hand in both of hers. “You’re safe. I promise

you.”

“Is he having a rough day?” a voice asked from the window in the

kitchen.

Meg turned, slightly startled to see a lovely blonde woman

standing at the window. “I wouldn’t know what a normal day is like.”