he tried to saw through the thick hairs holding her down. The horse
was having none of that. She kicked out, trying to catch him with her
powerful legs. He didn’t dare touch the mane with his own hands, lest
he get as trapped as his wife.
The horse caught him in the chest. He flew back in the water, all
the air blowing from his lungs. He floated helplessly back up to the
surface. His mouth opened instinctively. He dragged air into his chest.
The knife was still in his hands. He’d managed to hold onto it.
How long had she been under? How long could a human go
without breath in her body?
She wasn’t Fae. Her small body was more fragile. Goddess, he
was going to lose her. Beck breathed in one last time and dove again.
This time Meg was slumped over. She moved as the current
moved, and her beautiful hair swayed with the reeds. Beck refused to
give up. He went straight for the monster who was trying to take his
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woman. Beck avoided the strong, kicking legs of the kelpie and
savagely went straight for its throat. He didn’t even try to keep his
hands clear. He forcefully planted his left hand in the horse’s mane. It
stuck immediately. He couldn’t move it, but it served as an anchor. If
he couldn’t kill the fucker, he would go down with her. He would die
as close to his mate as possible.
With a sort of savage glee, Beck shoved the blade he held in his
right hand deeply into the hors
e’s throat. The kelpie, unable to kick
him at this angle, tried to use her teeth to bite him. Beck dodged her
mouth. He used every bit of strength he had left to drag the blade
through the kelpie’s thick flesh. As the water around him clouded
with blood, Beck knew he would kill the monster, but realized it was