Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Beck! I can’t believe it.” His cousin looked up at him with joyful

tears in her eyes. “You bonded! We all thought we were going to lose

you. It’s fate. I know it is.”

“You’ll have to excuse my wife, Your Highness,” Colin

O’Donnell Dellacourt said with an indulgent smile. He bowed

formally to his king. Beckett recognized the sidhe. He had been one

of the many refugees to make it out of Tir na nÒg before the plane

was closed. Unlike most of the Fae, Colin had settled on the Vampire

plane and quickly found himself in the enviable position of consort.

“She’s been worried about you and Cian for a very long time. She

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talks about you all the time. I’ve heard more stories about your

childhood than I can imagine.”

Colin was dressed in typical vampire attire. He was casual but

elegant in slacks and a pearl-gray dress shirt. He had come a long way

from a farm in Tir na nÒg.

“Well, I remember when she was just a wee thing, and I used to

pull her pigtails,” Beck said, giving his cousin a squeeze. He often

didn’t understand his vampire relatives, but he loved them.

Susan shook her head and planted a kiss on her cousin’s cheek as

she noted her brother walking into the room. “That was Ci, dear. You

were always too serious to play.” She squeezed his hand. “Why didn’t

you bring your new wife and Ci with you? Everyone will be dying to

meet her, and I would love to talk to Cian when I don’t have to

remind him who I am every five minutes.”

“You aren’t the only one, sis. He was completely loony when I

left. Bonkers. It’s funny now, of course, but at the time, I was

concerned.” Dante shrugged Beck’s way. “Well, you told me to keep

my mouth shut around Mother. You said nothing at all about Susan.