Bound (A Faery Story 1)

The vampire looked very pleased with himself as he turned to go.

He had come alone, and now Liadan was grateful for that fact. It was

easier to deal with a single vampire than a couple. The last thing she

wanted was him telling his tale to all and sundry. The minute he

mentioned her name, the brothers would be after her.

She pulled the silver knife from her sleeve. She said a quick spell

to make her aim true and then plunged the knife into the vampire’s

back. She was much stronger than she looked. The form she presented

made her look frail and weak, but her true body was solid. The

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vampire’s body jerked once, and then he fell apart as his heart was

torn asunder by the silver.

Liadan shivered as she looked at her previously pristine clothing.

She wished she hadn’t worn her second-best dress. Killing vampires

was a filthy business. They tended to explode when their hearts ripped

apart. She was covered in blood.

If she moved quickly enough, she might be able to preserve some

of it. Vampire blood was very powerful. Perhaps the day wasn’t a

complete waste.

The sound of laughter filtered across the pond. She had to find a

way to get that bitch alone. She had to get her off this plane and make

it look like she had walked away. If the brothers thought she was

taken, they would move mountains to find her. If they thought she had

been killed, it could get ugly. Liadan didn’t like to think about what

they would do to her. She had no plans to martyr herself.

As she made the long walk toward her cottage, an idea came to

her.

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Beck walked out of the caves and handed his sword to Colin