Bound (A Faery Story 1)

coming this way.”

Holy crap. What the hell was that?

She had seen goblins in the arena, but they were different up

close. This one was as tall as she was though it had to outweigh her

by a hundred pounds. Like the little brownies who were so helpful,

the goblin had a head of scraggly, wiry hair. This one’s hair was

black, and his leathery skin had a distinctly green cast to it. His eyes

were large as though he spent most his time in the darkness. They

were pitch black and seemed a little dead to Meg, reminding her of a

snake’s eyes. His mouth was the largest feature on his triangular face.

It was filled with razor-sharp teeth. He wore only a small animal skin

around his waist, and Meg found herself very grateful for the attempt

at modesty.

“I love to eat sidhe,” the goblin grumbled, the words tangling

around his teeth. He scented the air with the holes in the middle of his

face that seemed to pass for nostrils. “And something else. You aren’t

sidhe, girl.”

Cian tried to pull her behind him, but that seemed like running to

Meg. She had read an awful lot, and running was a good way to get

oneself chas

ed down and eaten by a predator. There were times when

boldness was called for. If she was the Queen, then she should start

acting like one. And maybe Beck’s name would come in handy.

Everyone seemed to be afraid of him.

“I’m human, goblin,” Meg said, keeping her voice steady. “And

I’m Beckett and Cian Finn’s wife.”

The goblin did not look impressed. “So the boys finally found a

mate, did they? I’m sure my king will be very interested in that bit of

news. Unfortunately for you, you brought the wrong brother to our

camp, little girl. If you’re going to greet the goblins, you should have