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Meg was shaking and trying to breathe as she pulled herself up.

Dante walked over, holding a limp body in one clawed hand. His

handsome face was a mass of scratches, but his clothes had already

mended themselves. The nanites were fast little suckers.

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“You okay?” Dante growled down at the cat and then hurled it

through the forest.

“I’ll live.” But just barely. Meg stared at Liadan’s body. The flesh

of her face was wrinkled and desiccated, as though the body before

her had lain dead much longer than a few moments.

“If I never see another fucking cat, it will be too soon.” Dante

offered her a steadying hand. “It didn’t even taste good. It tasted evil.”

Meg managed a laugh. Adrenaline was still coursing through her

system making her feel jittery even as a fierce joy curled in her heart.

She was alive. “What does evil taste like?”

“A little mangy,” Dante replied. “I’ve decided I’m a lover, not a

fighter. I’m rich, damn it. I’m the only son of one of the most

powerful families on my plane. From now on, I’m paying poor people

to fight my battles. Better yet, next time tell Beck to handle his own

shit.”

Meg’s hands shook, but that didn’t matter now. “I’ll tell him,”

Meg turned to the cabin overrun with vines. “Better yet, tell him

yourself.”

Meg managed a smile as she looked toward the little sanctuary

where her husbands lay in safety. They were still weak, but she felt

them deep in her mind. She felt Beck’s love deep in her soul, and then

the joy Cian felt washed over her. They knew she was coming for

them.

Dante sighed. “I’ll go get the chainsaw, but I warn you, Meg,

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