Bound (A Faery Story 1)

could see the night was lit up with torches and a huge bonfire. All

manner of Fae creatures danced around the bonfire. Some of them

didn’t look even vaguely human. Meg felt her jaw dropping and

forced it to close. A cheer went up when she walked into the yard.

“Welcome, Queen Meg,” they said as she passed.

She plastered a stunned smile on her face as they welcomed her.

Then there was only one person in the whole world as Cian Finn

walked up to her. He was so beautiful that Meg felt her heart seize.

“My queen,” he said, bowing. He held out his hand. “A dance for

your poor husband?”

Meg let him lead her. When she was encircled by his arms, her

head against his chest, she realized that Cian Finn might be even more

dangerous than his brother.

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Chapter Thirteen

It was the horrible sound of the rooster crowing that woke Meg

the next morning. It sounded like the damn thing was right outside her

door. Meg tried to burrow under the pillow to escape the dreadful

racket, but there was something attached to her little pillow, and it

wouldn’t move an inch. An arm wrapped itself more tightly around

her waist and pulled Meg closer.

“Damn it,” Meg cursed as she tried to get out of bed. She was

tangled in a quilt. She tried to orient herself. She was on the little cot in the barn, and she quickly found herself on her ass in the middle of

the cold, dirt floor.

“It’s too early, lover.” Cian’s Irish brogue was even thicker when

he was drowsy. His hand came out seeking her once more, but he

didn’t open his eyes. “Get back in bed. We’ll eat the rooster for dinner

tonight, I promise.”

“You aren’t supposed to be in my bed, damn it!”