Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“About a half a mile north. I don’t know what happened, but the

twins took refuge in a small cabin in the middle of the forest. It’s

covered with vines, and let me tell you, those vines have thorns. I

tried to hack my way in while the hag was sleeping. The plants took

exception.”

Meg pulled off her wet jeans and shirt. She ran the towel across

her skin, marveling at the way it instantly dried her. “That’s Cian’s

doing. He came into his power shortly before that asshole demon

hauled my butt back to Earth.”

“Cian’s a Green Man?” Dante lisped a little around his fangs. Meg

threw him a dirty look. “What do you expect, sweetheart? You’re

half-naked. It would be rude not to get horny. Now tell me about Ci.”

Meg rolled her eyes and accepted that Dante was just Dante. She

moved to her duffel bag and was pleased to find that everything she

owned was not soaking wet. “All that legendary stuff about royal

symbiotic twins is true.” Meg put on the soft, suede-like pants the

village women had sewn for her, and her shirt and vest. “Cian is a

Green Man. Beck can control storms.”

“Well, he’s not doing a very good job of it, is he?” Dante asked,

referencing the raging storm outside. “It’s been like this since I got

here a week ago. I came when your locator signal went off-line and I

couldn’t get the computer I gave you to answer me.”

“About that, I’m going to need another one of those. Your human

self stole mine, the little weasel. I have no doubt he is, even now,

plotting something ruthless. He had that look about him.”

“Nice,” Dante said, showing off his fangs. “So you met the human

version of me. How hot was I? I was really rich, but, like, on my own,

right? I see myself as a self-made man.”

“You were sad and sweet and potentially very selfish.” Meg

strapped her shoulder holster on. She thought about Human Dante.