Bound (A Faery Story 1)

people will accept my queen, or I’ll cease being their king. Well, I’ll

cease being half their king, anyway.”

Flanna patted his hand, seemingly giving up the fight. “I will go

and get things started. The village will feast tonight, my son.”

“Yes.” Cian looked at his mother’s ring with satisfaction. “We

will feast and dance and drink.” And then he would set about

seducing his lovely, brave bride.

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Chapter Twelve

Beck stood looking out the window on the hundred and second

floor of the Dellacorp building. This was the penthouse his aunt lived

in, and it always made him nervous to be so high in a non-natural

structure. Below, the neon lights of the city gave the night an ethereal

quality. It was an odd sight, and one he wished he could share with

his wife. Meg would be fascinated by this world. She would likely

enjoy the ridiculous lights and soaring heights the vampires lived in.

It gave Beck a stomachache, but it might be worth it if Meg liked it.

He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk that she could run here and

probably find someone to hide her. Probably? He shook his head

ruefully. She would have no end of handsome vampires willing to

save her from her marriage. She was a beautiful bondmate, and they

would consider her a perfect consort. She would have vampires

fighting over the privilege of who got to save her from her husband.

“You are brooding, Beck.” His aunt’s voice cut through his

thoughts and pulled him into the present. He turned and looked at his

mother’s sister. She was graceful and lovely, just as his mother had

been. Her perfectly black hair was in a neat knot at the nape of her

neck. “I think sometimes you forget which half you are. You are a

man of action. Leave the brooding to Cian.” Alana Dellacorp’s face