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hear a crowd roaring their approval.

Dante pulled on Rhys’s arm. He got to one knee. All previous

sarcasm had fled, and in its place was an earnest desperation. “I am

begging you. Give me half an hour. You can delay half an hour. Look,

Beckett Finn is in the woods somewhere hunting. I’ll pay his fee to

enter the tournament. His brother is dying. He needs her. Don’t you

owe your king something?”

“Rhys of the Gentle Hills is forever loyal, Dante,” a soft voice

said.

Meg turned and saw Beck standing mere feet from her. He had

removed his vest and changed into dark pants and a different shirt. He

held that long, ornate sword in one fist as he moved toward the arena.

“Excellent.” Sarcasm poured out of the vampire. “I just spent the

better part of the day running around a freaking forest looking for

you, and here you are, looking fresh as a daisy. Cian said you had

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gone hunting. I went to your brugh when I heard about the

tournament.”

“I told Cian I was hunting because I didn’t want to get his hopes

up.” Beck spoke to the vampire, but his eyes didn’t leave Meg.

He was gazing at her like a predator preparing to pounce. His gray

eyes blazed through her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. He

wanted to take her away from here. He wanted to go somewhere

private where he could lay her down and spread her thighs. At least

that was what she hoped he wanted.

“Are you going to make big puppy eyes at the girl for the rest of

the day, or are you going to go kick some ass?” Dante asked.

Beck shook his head and walked straight up to Meg. “You’ll have

to forgive my cousin. He’s a bit of a pain, love. You’ll get used to

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