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little man. “I was taken from my home, and then they sold me at some

tournament thingy and apparently now I’m married, but I didn’t say,

‘I do,’ so I don’t think I am. I just want to get home.”

Yes, she should hurry. She needed to get home to her fantastic life

on the Earth plane. She needed to get back to work, so she could go

back to her dreary apartment at the end of a long day and microwave

something she didn’t really want to eat and watch television. She

didn’t want to stay and explore this strange place. She didn’t want to

give that gorgeous hunk of a man a chance. She certainly didn’t want

to meet the other, possibly even hotter, half of him. No, she wanted to

go back to a place that probably wouldn’t even realize she had gone.

She was an idiot.

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Sophie Oak

Meg stopped in the middle of the little trail. A vision of Beck

swamped her senses, and she was stunned by how much she felt for

him. Oh god, I’m in love with him.

It was stupid, and far too soon, and true. She already loved

Beckett Finn, and here she was walking away from him. She hadn’t

really loved Michael, and she’d given him three years of her life. She

was walking away from Beck after a day? If she wouldn’t even fight

for a man like him, she didn’t deserve to find love.

Everything crystallized as she stood in the middl

e of the faery

forest. She shook her head. She was in the middle of a freaking faery

forest! All of her life, she had daydreamed and read fantasy novels

and done anything she could to escape reality. In her daydreams and

the stories she wrote that she never let anyone read, she was a

different person. She was a confident, lovable woman who faced

challenges head on. Maybe it was time to be the person she always

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