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shower, or whatever they took here, and now he was clean and so

gorgeous it hurt to look at him. His linen shirt was open at the throat.

It showed off his rock hard chest to spectacular advantage. How had

she even thought for a second he could want her? She wasn’t even in

his league.

“Are you ready?” The question was quiet, but as with everything

the man said, there was an order in there. He stood looking at her, and

Meg heated up, even after everything he’d done.

Meg knew that if he had shown her an ounce of kindness in the

arena, she would have been an eager puppy following him without

question. She would have written off her previous existence and done

everything he asked of her. She was truly pathetic. He had done her a

favor. “Does it matter if I am or not?”

“No,” Beck admitted. “We need to leave now if we’re going to

make it to the lake before midnight. I want to spend the night there.”

He held the flap to the tent open and gestured her out.

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Meg stepped out and quickly took a step back. “What the hell is

that?”

It was monstrous. It looked like a horse, but someone had put it on

steroids and dyed it a dark blue. It was so dark that one could mistake

it for black, but when the late afternoon sun hit the thing’s coat, there

was an unmistakable midnight blue shining there.

Beck ran a strong hand along the beast’s back. It was obvious he

had a fondness for the enormous animal. Even Beck, as big as he was,

would have to haul himself into the saddle. “This is Sweeney. He’s a

good boy, aren’t you? He won’t hurt you, love.”

Meg forced herself not to soften. He sounded like he had before

the events of the arena. She remembered how gentle he had been with

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