Bound (A Faery Story 1)

yourself off the leash, I suspect you’ll be between her legs three times

a day. Try to remember I need her, too.”

Beck stole a kiss as well, though his was neither quick nor sweet.

His tongue plundered like the pirate he was. When he let her go, Meg

held on to his arm to steady herself. “I promise nothing, Ci. And you

seriously underestimate me if you think it’s only going to be three

times a day.”

The downside to having two husbands suddenly became very

obvious to Meg. “Let’s talk about this, boys.”

Whatever else she had to say was lost as two of the villagers were

riding up to the cottage. They rode swiftly, each man leaning forward

in the saddle with great determination. The very air around her

became tense. Beck reached for the sword on his back. It was in his

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sp; hand as they made their way back to the cottage.

“Your Highnesses,” one of the young men called out. Both of the

men dismounted and made courtly bows.

“Niall, Eiric,” Cian greeted the men. “What has happened?”

“’Tis the miller’s daughter,” the one Meg thought was Niall said.

There were tears in his eyes.

“Bri?” Meg asked, feeling her stomach clench. She was a sweet

girl of barely sixteen years. Meg had spent an afternoon with the girl

and her parents. What had happened to her?

“Yes, ma’am,” Eiric confirmed. “There’s been an accident. Her

father begs Your Highnesses to come and figure out what has

happened to his daughter.”

“How bad is it?” Beck asked the men.

“’Tis bad, Your Highness,” Niall replied. “Very bad. The miller

needs his Kings.”

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