Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Sophie Oak

The horse snickered. This time it sounded less gentle, more

triumphant, and not in a good way. The horse’s eyes narrowed and

became somewhat cruel.

“Oh, shit,” Meg cursed, knowing something had gone very wrong.

The horse reared up and took off at a gallop. Meg flew with her

and then screamed as the horse plunged them both into the deepest

part of the river. She felt the horse stiffen as something hit it, but it didn’t matter.

Meg’s scream was cut off as water began to fill her lungs.

* * * *

Beck panicked when he realized she had run. She had done it. She

had left him. His heart started to pound. The anger would come later.

Now he was overcome with fear. These woods were dangerous. What

had he been thinking, bringing her through here without a proper

escort? But then, he couldn’t afford a proper escort. Damn him, he

shouldn’t have purchased a wife he couldn’t properly take care of.

She was going to die here, and then he would lie down beside his

brother and allow himself to fade. Maybe that was what he should

have done in the first place.

Stop it. This was no time for doubt or pity. If he was going to save his wayward wife, he needed to think clearly. Find her trail.

It wasn’t hard. His woman didn’t have any idea how to hide it.

Her boot prints were plain in the dirt path. Beck tossed his bow and

quiver over his shoulder. He was fully armed. He had the sword on

his back and some knives placed in various sheaths across his body.

He tossed aside the two rabbits he’d killed for breakfast. His appetite

was completely gone. All that mattered was finding Meg before

something else found her.

As Beck began to jog down the trail, his eyes watched for signs of