Bound (A Faery Story 1)

the times she’d been forced to smile and welcome him to her bed. He

was a predator. Even though he asked politely, she could feel what he

wanted, and it disgusted her.

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Sophie Oak

It had occurred to Liadan that the brothers were protected on

many levels by their odd nature. Beck was protected by his fighting

ability, but Cian had some strong defenses against her as well. He

seemed to sense something was wrong with her. Liadan had caught

Cian watching her as though trying to figure out what she was. At

first, she’d worried Cian would give her away, but he’d never called

her out.

Still, he had not joined his brother in her bed. Liadan was glad that

Beck hadn’t figured out she’d attempted to seduce Cian first. She still

hated him with a vengeance for turning her down.

Even without direct access to the intellectual half of the King, she

had almost managed it. Her magic was strong. Though Cian had been

protected at night, by Beck when he was around and that nosy little

brownie when he was not, she had managed to enter his dreams as a

mist. It was a particular talent of hers. Her sisters had always been

jealous of the ability. She simply poured her will into a spell and

wrapped it in the mist that always surrounded the pond. It found its

way to Cian. It whispered to him. It brought out all his fears.

In the end, it had been simple. Cian was weak. He had chosen to

fade rather than live in a world where he had no hope of bonding. He

had been close to complete chaos. Liadan had been mere days away

from convincing the idiot to kill himself once and for all, and then

Beckett Finn would be easy prey. He would have quickly dissolved

into a death machine, and there would be no choice but to put the king

out of his misery.