Bound (A Faery Story 1)

a mistake to leave your wife alone right now.”

“She isn’t alone, Flanna,” Cian said, emotion welling in his heart.

“She has me.”

Flanna’s jaw dropped, and she looked at him with wonder.

“Cian?”

“Yes, little mother,” Cian said. “I assure you, it’s me. How long

was I gone?”

Huge tears welled in her black eyes. “Years, Cian,” she confirmed

as she drew him into her motherly embrace. “I thought you would die

soon.”

“I did, too.” He hugged her gently, taking great care with her

fragile body. “I am so sorry, little mother. I got lost.”

Tears coursed over her cheeks. “Where is she? Where is the

Queen?”

Cian smiled broadly and wondered if anyone had even mentioned

that part to Meg yet. He doubted she knew she had become the true

Queen of the Seelie Fae. “She’s asleep. The bonding was hard on her.

From what I can tell, everything’s been hard on my Meg, including

Beck. You should know, little mother, I intend to thrash him soundly

when he returns.”

Her foot started tapping. “That will be the day, Cian. I think

you’ve forgotten which twin you are if you think to fight your

brother.”

Cian let his face split into a slightly shady grin. “Well, I didn’t

intend to inform him of my plans to beat him. I assure you, I can have

him unconscious and tied up in no time at all. He always

underestimates me.”

Flanna gave him “the stare.” It was the one that let Cian know he

was in trouble. “Now is not the time to be feuding with your brother.”

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