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Sophie Oak
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him, he knew exactly who to kill—every blasted one of them.
Adrenaline began to course through his body like an old familiar drug
in his system. Beck held his sword calmly at his side, patiently
waiting for them to get into position.
“Fucking idiots! He loves the pack rotation” Beck heard his
cousin shouting. It shouldn’t have surprised him that even in a crowd
of peasants watching a fight, Dante stood out as obnoxious.
It was a technical term for this type of fight. The vampires were
circling him like a pack of wolves. Beck was particularly talented
when it came to defending against a pack rotation, but Dante didn’t
need to point that out.
Beck shot the vampire a look. Dante was standing at the edge of
the railing. Meg was standing right beside him, her face sheet-white
as she watched the men surrounding him. She felt the connection, he
realized. Beck had expected the connection. He had opened himself to
it, but if Meg had felt it, too, it must be strong. Something warm filled
Beck at the thought of it. It was the only explanation for why she was
standing there, looking like her world was about to fall apart. She
knew they belonged together. She might not be willing to admit it,
even to herself, but the bond was already being formed.
And then Beck sensed something coming at him, fast. He had a
bare second before the vampire was on him. Beck leaned down, trying
to time it perfectly and get just the right angle. The vampire hit his
back. Beck shoved up with everything he had. It sent the vamp flying
through the air, knocking down a rival on the other side of the circle.
Beck was immediately back on his feet, anticipating the attack from
the other side.
Vampires were fast. They talked fast, and moved even faster when
