Bound (A Faery Story 1)

The hostess bowed her head and winked out of existence to start

her search.

“There,” Dante said to Meg. She was looking at a photograph he

kept on his desk. “We’ll have someplace to start soon.”

Meg’s face had gone soft as she looked at the picture of four men

in tuxedoes. They were all smiling, with their arms around each

others’ shoulders. Dante knew the photograph well. He’d taken it

himself. “The twins are my cousins. They’re from Ireland.”

Meg nodded and almost reverently touched the picture. “Their

hair is short. It looks good, though. Why are they wearing tuxedoes?

And who are the other men? Do they have other brothers here?”

Dante was used to women drooling over his very attractive

cousins. No one paid him a bit of attention when Beck and Ci were

around. It gave him great pleasure to tell her where the picture had

been taken. “Nope. Just a sister. Those men are Beck and Cian’s

husbands. I took that picture at their commitment ceremony.”

Meg’s eyes widened, and she dragged him forward by the neck of

his T-shirt. Her teeth were clenched and she shook him lightly. “You

have to get me out of here. This isn’t my home. I don’t like it here.

Everything is wrong here.”

“Jeez,” Dante said, holding his hands up in submission. “I’m

working on it, babe. Why don’t you go upstairs? I have an apartment

up there. You can take the bed. I’m going to stay up and play with this

a little more. I don’t sleep much at night, anyway.”

Meg nodded. She looked exhausted. Crazy or not, she’d obviously

had an emotional day. “Thank you, Dante. I really appreciate this. I

know it will work. It has to.”

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Sophie Oak