Bound (A Faery Story 1)

remembering the bond they shared. Her warrior husband was tired of

fighting.

The demon studied her shrewdly. “I doubt he’ll have a choice

when the time comes. As for you, Mr. Dellacourt, your choices are

just beginning. There’s a whole world open and ripe for the plucking.

I think you’ve made the first choice that will take you on the road to

greatness.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dante said. There was

an odd look on his face. If Meg hadn’t known better, she would have

sworn he looked guilty.

“Don’t listen to him, Dante,” Meg said, grasping his hand in her

own. He was shaking slightly. “He’s a demon. I don’t think they’re

known for their honesty.”

“On the contrary, Your Highness,” the Planeswalker said with an

offended air. “I never lie when the truth is so deliciously awful. But

Mr. Dellacourt’s future is neither here nor there. It is your future that

is at risk. I am looking forward to seeing if you can save those boys of

yours.”

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“They’re in danger?” Meg asked the question, but she knew the

answer. They would have been weakened without her to bridge their

minds. They had been in danger the minute she was taken from them.

“Oh, yes,” the demon said smoothly, as though he were discussing

some juicy gossip. “The hag managed to catch one of them with her

spell, but the intellectual half evaded her. I’m afraid she didn’t ask the right questions. She asked for a spell that would shift the warrior’s

magic. She assumed it would shift into her. That was a mistake.”

“Cian absorbed it,” Meg realized. “Then he was strong enough to

run with Beck?”

“Oh, yes, Your Highness, King Cian was able to flee with his