Bound (A Faery Story 1)

The cat licked her lips and purred contentedly. She knew what to

do. Liadan winked at her familiar and placed her back on the ground.

“Bring her to me.” She didn’t need to add the admonition to be

careful. Ain was always careful. She would work her magic and lead

little Bri to the proper place at the proper time. No one would suspect

that Liadan had anything to do with it.

If asked later, a few of the villagers would remember that she had

been at the festivities all night long. She had been sweet and friendly,

but a little sad. They would shake their heads and feel sorry for the

woman who had lost her husband to an accident and her lover to the

Queen.

She hated their pity, but it was a useful thing.

Liadan withdrew to the woods as Ain curled herself around Bri’s

ankles. It wouldn’t be long, and Liadan had to be ready.

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Meg followed Beck into the bedroom. He moved slowly and

deliberately, but Meg knew it had nothing to do with the ale he had

imbibed and everything to do with the act he was determined to

perform.

“Beck,” she said quietly, tugging on his hand. “We can wait, if

you want. I’m happy with what we have. I don’t have to do the whole

visual tour of your life if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Beck’s gray eyes were very serious as he looked down at her. “I

would be seeing into your soul, too, wife. Do you only want to share

yourself with Cian?”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse. I

wasn’t trying to hold myself back because of my grand passion for

Ci.”