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the middle of his chest She didn’t seem to notice he was covered in

blood

“Meg, he’s too far gone,” Dante said “You’ll have to…”

“I heard you in the stands, Dante” Meg placed her other hand on

his chest and stood very close He could smell her She smelled sweet,

nothing like death Meg smelled of flowers and some womanly scent

he couldn’t name She smelled of life “Beck, I’m yours Are you

going to leave me alone to chase after the others? Shouldn’t you take

care of me?”

“Not going to work, sweetheart” Dante continued to back up

“Meg, if you can’t handle it, then I need for you to run Run to the

stands I’ll distract him”

“Shut up,” Beck yelled at the va

pain in his gut “You don’t talk to my mate”

Meg huffed at the vaht If I find