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hear a crowd roaring their approval

Dante pulled on Rhys’s arot to one knee All previous

sarcasm had fled, and in its place was an earnest desperation “I am

begging you Give me half an hour You can delay half an hour Look,

Beckett Finn is in the woods so I’ll pay his fee to

enter the tourna He needs her Don’t you

owe your king so?”

“Rhys of the Gentle Hills is forever loyal, Dante,” a soft voice

said

Meg turned and saw Beck standing mere feet from her He had

reed into dark pants and a different shirt He

held that long, ornate sword in one fist as he moved toward the arena

“Excellent” Sarcasm poured out of the vampire “I just spent the

better part of the day running around a freaking forest looking for

you, and here you are, looking fresh as a daisy Cian said you had