Bound (A Faery Story 1)

himself. How was he ever going to accept her? The endless forest

seemed to fly by as she walked briskly, unable to get her mind off the

faery prince.

Sophie Oak

He was a victim of his own success. He had proven to her, once

and for all, what she wanted in a relationship. Then he’d turned

around and told her he wouldn’t give it to her. She had suspected for a

while that she preferred to be submissive during sex. She wasn’t sure

how she felt about submission outside of the bedroom, and that was

the reality that gave her pause when she thought about the lifestyle. It

was probably asking far too much to get what she wanted in the

bedroom and still remain autonomous outside of it.

She had been walking for a good half an hour when she felt the

panic attack threatening her. What the hell was she doing? Her blood

pressure was rising. She could feel her heart beating a hundred miles a

minute. She was lost. She turned, but everywhere she looked was

exactly the same. Hadn’t she passed that tree before? She was sure

she had. It leaned the same way as the other one. Which way was she

supposed to go?

Oh, why had she ever left the comfort of their bed?

It was stupid decisions like this that always got her in trouble. She

was impetuous. She had never been out of Texas, but she thought she

could navigate on an entirely different plane of existence? She should

have waited until she made it to a village. Maybe there, she could

have hired a guide or something. What the hell was she doing walking

through the woods alone?

“Can I help you, miss?”

Meg started and spun on her heels. She barely missed clocking the

little man with her twirling bag. She ended up on her ass in the dirt,