Bound (A Faery Story 1)

trust him, the person who carried all the good parts of his soul.

“I will return one day, Torin,” Beck promised. “I will return, and I

will kill you. Never doubt it.”

The years sped by, each more desperate. Beck was alone. He was

alone even as he took lovers. He was alone even as he and his brother

tried to build a life. He was alone until he walked into a marketplace

and found his heart waiting for him.

Meg sobbed as she came out of the bond. She threw her arms

around Beck’s neck and clutched him. “I love you. I love you so

much.” She looked into his deep gray eyes. They were still filled with

uncertainty. “I would have no other.”

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Beck squeezed her tight. “I hope you mean that because you

won’t have another. You’re mine, and I won’t ever let you go.”

He pulled her hair back and took her mouth savagely. He needed

to imprint himself on her. She’d been so open. He couldn’t have

imagined how good it would feel to truly bond with her. She had seen

all of his bad parts, everything he loathed about his own nature, and

she accepted him with a whole heart. He knew she had seen the very

things he had been scared of her seeing, but instead of rejecting him,

she told him she loved him.

“I love you, Megan,” he rasped against her ear. He pulled her tight

against his chest. He loved the warmth of her skin. He loved the trust

she placed in him. It eased his soul. He looked behind her. Cian had

gone pale. He sat back against the headboard. Meg might have

accepted him wholeheartedly, but Cian seemed to be having trouble.

“Ci? Whatever you want to say to me, just say it. It isn’t anything I

haven’t thought about myself.”