Bound (A Faery Story 1)

The door closed roughly six feet above her. No wonder it was hard to

find. It would be even harder on this side of the door since there was

no handy set of stairs to climb up. Meg wiped water off her face. It

was raining. She looked up the path. It looked like the rain got worse

up ahead.

The demon seemed to have disappeared again, and she was alone

in the forest with no sense of direction. She ran for the shelter of a

thick tree. It was less wet beneath the tree’s wide canopy, and Meg

tried to pull out her computer. She went through the bag three times

before admitting the truth.

“Bastard.” It was obvious that the human version of Dante had

helped himself to a souvenir of her visit. That damn computer would

have been helpful.

She heard rushing water to her left and knew she was in luck. The

village had been built to take advantage of the river. She could follow

it, and she would be able to see houses and docks when she got close.

Meg repacked her duffel bag and prepared herself for a potentially

long walk. There was nothing else to do. She couldn’t just sit here,

and Human Dante had taken away her ability to call his vampire

counterpart.

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Meg trudged to the river. She realized she had another decision to

make. She had no idea where she was in relation to the village. It

could be north or south of where she was. She could walk for days,

only to discover she’d gone the wrong way. Meg chewed nervously

on her lip and stared through the rain, trying to see if there was

anything familiar. The only times she’d come into the forest, she had

been either righteously pissed off at Beck or sleeping peacefully in his

arms. She hadn’t been memorizing landmarks.