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and stop the interlopers when Meg’s face stopped him. She looked

over the railing at the bottom of the arena. She must have convinced

Dante and Rhys to allow her to move closer. Her face was worried.

She was worried for him. She shouldn’t be worried for him. She

should be scared of him.

Beck was shaking with rage as he stopped himself. Meg would

never come to him if she saw what an animal he could be. He couldn’t

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allow that to happen. He swallowed as the horn blared, and the battle

began anew.

The remaining vampires didn’t wait this time. All eight rushed

him immediately. Beck was knocked back by the unexpected charge.

Though his back hit the sand, a fierce joy took over. He did love a

good fight. Up until now, the battle had been rote. Now, he was

thrown a bit off balance.

A big vamp, with fangs and claws out, leapt on top of him. Beck

grimaced as he felt the sharp claws sink into his left shoulder. He felt

the blood start to flow and knew it would make the vamps a little

crazy. He’d feared chaos, and now he was going to get it. Shoving his

foot upwards, Beck launched the vamp up and over as he brought his

sword up just in time to skewer the next vampire who jumped on him.

Gravity pulled the vamp down, and Beck noticed his aim had been

perfect. As the vampire sunk onto the sword, the iron of the ancient

weapon tore through his heart, one of two sure ways to kill a vampire.

The race was tough as nails but vulnerable when it came to their

hearts. Even a minor injury to the heart usually killed a vampire. The

only other sure way was decapitation. Beck rolled away as fast as he

could, knowing what would come next. Vampires didn’t die quietly.

They sort of exploded.

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