Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Chapter Twenty

“Get moving, you bum,” someone muttered as Meg stirred awake.

She held her head. It was pounding as she pushed the newspaper

off her body. Someone had covered her with it. As her eyes came into

focus, she stared up. It was night, but she could barely see the stars.

There was too much smog and too much light. The stars were so

bright outside the cottage. Where was she? Only a few nights before,

she and Cian had lain out in the grass, watching the stars and talking.

Cian had told her his people’s stories for the constellations, and

they’d made love on an old quilt beneath the nighttime sky. She

couldn’t even see the stars now.

“Cian,” Meg said, suddenly sitting straight up. It did nothing for

her headache. “Beck.” His name came out as a whisper.

“Miss, is there something we can help you with?” The question

came from a middle-aged woman who stood at the end of an alley

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beside a well-dressed man. They stared down the short street where

Meg had been lying against a huge metal dumpster. The smell was

making her sick.

“Where am I?” Meg asked.

“How much have you had to drink, Miss?” the man asked. The

woman elbowed him and sent him a dirty look. He sighed and

answered Meg. “You’re in Fort Worth, Texas. You’re not far from

Sundance Square. Did you get lost?”

Oh, boy, had she gotten lost. The trouble was she needed to get

lost again.

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“Did you see a big guy walk by? You couldn’t miss him. He’s

really tall.” Meg struggled to her feet. She stretched her stiff limbs