Page 1 of Bound (A Faery Story 1)

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Chapter One

Once upon a time, in a land closer than you would think…

The light made her eyes burn, so she was happy for the enormous

shadow that suddenly blocked the sun. As her vision adjusted, she

realized that the shadow had the most piercing eyes she’d ever seen.

Meg Starke shrank back in fear. Well, she shrank back as far as the

chains binding her would allow.

A deep voice said something in a lilting language she didn’t

understand, and suddenly, the curtain to the tent dropped. She could

see again. The shadow was a man, a beautiful, terrifying man.

“She does not speak Gaelic, Your Highness,” the small man who

served as her jailer said softly.

The dark man grimaced and immediately switched to English. “I

have no title here, Rhys. Speak to me as you would any other

customer.” He looked at her straight in the eyes for the first time. She

felt a thrill of excitement. Not excitement. Fear. The racing of her

heart had to be fear, right? Meg couldn’t figure it out, but she knew

the huge man in front of her made her do the one thing she was

worried she might never do again—feel.

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“What’s your name then, love?” His voice rolled over her skin,

even from across the tent.

“My name is Twenty to Life because that’s the time you’ll do for

kidnapping me, you son of a bitch.” Meg was sick of being terrified.

The last couple of days washed over her. Her kidnapping couldn’t be

erased because the man in front of her had a lovely voice. She had

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