Page 282 of Bound (A Faery Story 1)
and wondered how long she’d been out.
“I haven’t seen anyone really tall,” the woman replied, shaking
her head. “Do you need a homeless shelter? There’s a very nice one
on Cypress Street.”
“I don’t need a homeless shelter,” Meg said between clenched
teeth. “I need a Planeswalker demon.”
The man took the woman by the hand and forced her away. Meg
sighed. She would have to watch her mouth on this plane. She walked
out of the alley. It was half a block to the beginnings of Sundance. It
seemed like she was moving through a dream. It was all familiar, but
no longer hers.
Or was it? She looked at herself in the window of a restaurant.
She was wearing brown pants, a white shirt and a black vest. She had
on boots. It was what she had put on to go see the Miller’s wife. She
wasn’t crazy. She had really gone to another plane and married two
beautiful men. They needed her. Tears welled in her eyes.
What would happen to them? What happened when the bond was
formed and then shut off? And the demon had said there was a hag
after them. How was she going to get home?
Meg was pulled from her panic as she was jostled by a passerby.
The sidewalks were crowded. Meg found herself pulled along with
the throng. It was a mix of teens going to the movies, adults out on
dates, families seeing the sights, and singles looking for the clubs and
bars that dotted the square. They all had one thing in common. Not a
one of them would believe she was the queen of another plane with
two husbands who’d just come into their legendary powers and were
now at risk because a fucking demon had carted her off the plane,
again.
Meg walked for what felt like an hour in a daze. She had nothing.
She had no way to get home. She didn’t even have a coat, and while
