Bound (A Faery Story 1)

fell as she remembered. “I am so sorry. I should not have said that.”

Beck smiled tightly at his aunt. “It’s all right. I wasn’t brooding.

Well, maybe I was. I was thinking about my wife.”

He held himself still, watching for her reaction. He had asked

Dante to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to tell his aunt himself.

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Sophie Oak

Her elegant face became a mask of well-bred horror. “Tell me you

haven’t married that Liadan person. Oh, Beck. You cannot give up

hope. Annul the marriage. I will find a way to smuggle a bondmate

out of Tir na nÒg . Your Uncle Alex and Susie already have feelers

out looking for the best way to do it. We have confirmation that

Torin, the bastard, is making deals with other vampire families to sell

them consorts. Obviously he would never make a deal with the

Dellacourts, but we have plans.”

Beck took his aunt’s hand. She was a slave to fashion, as always,

and her nails were painted an emerald green with small jewels on the

tips. It was the fashion for consorts. “Tell them to stop. I’m not about

to…what was the term Meg used…divorce my wife, though she

might beat me when I return home. As for Cian, I spoke to him not

thirty minutes ago on that contraption your son left with our wife.

He’s perfectly clear-headed and more like himself than he has been in

years. He’s just as pissed with me as Meg must be, though he’s trying

to hide it, the tricky bastard. I’ll have to watch my step when I get

home or he’ll jump me.”

Alana gasped as she understood the implications. Before she

could say a thing, a bundle of feminine energy burst into the room and

ran straight for Beck. Beck braced himself for impact and wasn’t

disappointed. Susan Dellacourt threw herself into his arms with a

resounding thud.