Page 49 of Bound (A Faery Story 1)
thing. He was the warrior half of unbonded symbiotic twins. He
needed his brother to balance him, but without a bondmate, his rage
had begun to run unchecked. Dante had explained that if Beck went
berserk, he would have to be killed.
Meg didn’t want Beck killed. On the practical side, if Beck was
killed, she wouldn’t simply be freed. She would go to the last
competitor standing and in his right mind, and that would be a
vampire. As much as she thought Dante was a hoot, the thought of
being claimed by a vampire left her cold. They were too calculating
for her tastes.
The only way to save Beck was to turn his rage into something
else. Dante explained that he might calm down eventually, but not
until he’d killed the vampires and possibly the gnomes who would try
to stop him. If they had a shot at salvaging the day, Meg was going
have to take one for the team.
It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be doing it anyway, Dante had
explained as he’d leapt over the railing. He’d turned and helped her
down before explaining that Beck would be required to prove he
could sexually handle a mate.
If there had been even a second of time, Meg would have taken
extreme issue with that, but Beck had been bearing down on a
vampire who looked like he was about to pee his pants. She had run
the distance between them, her bare feet sinking in the sand. She
should have been terrified. He was a brutal fighter, and yet she knew
he would never hurt her. Why she trusted this man she had no idea,
but she did.
She pressed herself up. He towered over her. His gray eyes had
been filled with rage. Now they gleamed down on her, a mixture of
the rage he was fighting and something else entirely.
Bound
