Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Sophie Oak

cushy little plane and make all the scandalous news you possibly can.

Don’t come back here. You won’t be welcome.”

Dante dropped his hands in defeat. “Fine. I’ll go, but I’m only

going as far your village. I’ll head out and make sure Cian doesn’t

fade before you can get to him, but you would do well to listen to me.

You’ll make yourself and that woman you married miserable if you

deny who you are.”

Dante stalked off, his lanky body disappearing in the tall, thin

trees that quaked in the wind.

Beck wrapped the towel around his waist and sank to the ground.

It was a long time before he rose, and the whole time he sat

wondering if the vampire wasn’t right.

* * * *

Meg tried very hard not to feel anything. Cara’s small hands

smoothed the soft fabric over her shoulders. The little gnome had to

stand on a chair to reach her. Meg knew she should be helping, but

she felt so empty that she allowed the gnome to dress her as she

would a doll. She had merely answered the female’s softly spoken

commands. Lift your right leg. Lift your left leg. Bow your head so I

can get the shirt on. Cara sang quietly while she worked. Everything the little gnome did was soothing.

In the mirror, she could see that she was wearing what looked like

suede pants, though god only knew what kind of animal had actually

given up its skin for them. Her shirt was a little tight in the chest, so

she immediately buttoned the collar up to her throat. It wasn’t

flattering. It looked much better unbuttoned. Unbuttoned, it showed

off a creamy expanse of skin and a faint hint of round breast. Meg

thought it looked rather sexy. But Beck hadn’t found the sight of her

naked body sexy at all. Cara had wrapped a leather belt around her