underestimate the vampires. They might seem soft because their true
passion was business, but they were fierce predators. When the fight
began, they would be in touch with their primal natures.
“Your Highness,” a young Fae said, not quite meeting his eyes as
he walked past.
He was the first of ten men who walked past him. Beck could feel
their disappointment. They had paid their money and laid their hopes
on the line, too. Beck tried not to feel guilty. He had to do whatever it
took to save his brother.
“Bastard,” one of the vampires spit as he walked up to Beck. His
fangs were out, a sure sign of his rage. “Don’t even try to pull that shit on me, Finn. You aren’t a late entrant. Those fucking gnomes kept
you out of sight until it was too late. None of us would even have
tried, knowing you were going to be here.”
Beck was very still, though his eyes watched every move the
vampire made. He looked vaguely familiar, but then, vamps often
looked the same to Beck. “I paid my money like the rest of you. I
wasn’t responsible for the list of competitors.”
The vampire sneered, and now he had others backing him up. The
sidhe had all left, but the vampires were standing against him. “Right.
You don’t have any sway with the gnomes.” His voice was filled with
sarcasm. “They still see you as their king. Are you taking a cut?”
Beck’s eyes narrowed. A few of the smarter vampires took a step
back. “I just want the girl. I’m not getting anything out of this except
the girl.”
Bound
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He tamped down his rage with ruthless precision. He thought
about Meg sitting in the stands watching. He’d have given years off
his life for her not to watch him. He didn’t want her scared of him.
“We’ll see about that.” The vampire’s fangs were already long in