Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Of course you can, Mr. Dellacourt,” a silky voice said from the

outer reaches of the light. Meg nearly jumped out of her skin as the

light revealed that they were not alone. A Planeswalker was standing

on the steps leading to the second floor. He turned his head from the

light. “If you please, Your Highness, that light is intrusive.”

Meg directed the light out away from his face. Her hands were

shaking as she faced the demon. Was this the same demon who had

taken her here? She thought she recognized the voice. “Are you here

to stop me?”

The demon’s laugh filled the space. “No, Your Highness. I am

here to use the door. I walk these planes on a daily basis. I gain

strength from crossing through the veil. I also take contracts and

receive payment to access the doors from those less intelligent than

yourself and the great Mr. Dellacourt.”

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Dante snorted. “Yeah, I’m great. I almost peed myself when you

started talking. Is he going to kill us?”

“As I haven’t been paid to do so, I will forego any murders this

evening,” the demon promised. “I was looking forward to a very dull

passage. Now I have a bit of excitement. It was very clever of you to

find the door, Your Highness. The hag is going to be somewhat upset

to discover you’ve found your way back to your kingdom. I believe

her employer will be upset as well.”

“Torin,” Meg surmised.

The demon smiled, showing his jagged teeth. “Yes, the pretender

is terrified of the warrior king. He should be even more frightened

now. The philosopher king has a bit of the warrior’s rage since the

bonding. He could prove even more formidable than his twin.”

“Beck isn’t sure he even wants the throne anymore,” Meg said,