Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Are you asking me for a divorce?” The question came out as a

low growl.

Meg put her hands on her hips. Her eyes were suspiciously bright.

“It hasn’t been much of a marriage, has it? I embarrass you at every

turn. You don’t enjoy sleeping with me. It’s for the best. I promise,

though, that I will try to fix whatever I did wrong in the village. I

thought they liked me. I thought I was fitting in. Do you mind telling

me who said those things about me? Maybe if I talked to them, I

could figure out how to fix it.”

Beck’s mind was still on the fact that his wife was trying to leave.

He spoke without thinking. “It was Liadan.”

“Oh, fuck,” Cian muttered under his breath.

Meg’s hazel eyes became dangerously narrow slits. “Liadan?”

“Yes,” Beck said cautiously. “She’s a well-respected woman in

the village.”

“I got every bit of brains between us,” Cian said, shaking his head.

“She knows about Lia, brother. Liadan made sure our wife knew she

was your mistress.”

“Are you telling me you come home and the first person you go to

see is your girlfriend?” Meg asked as she stalked toward him.

“I haven’t touched her since we got married,” Beck defended

himself. “It was just chance that I talked to her.”

Beck could plainly see that Meg was having none of that. She

picked up the pack he had set down. There was a righteous female

fury in her eyes. She opened the door and tossed the luggage out. “I

changed my mind. I’m staying here. You can go live with your

precious, cold, perfect little blonde. See if I care.”

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“I’m not going anywhere, wife,” Beck promised, and there was