Meg was shaking and trying to breathe as she pulled herself up.
Dante walked over, holding a limp body in one clawed hand. His
handsome face was a mass of scratches, but his clothes had already
mended themselves. The nanites were fast little suckers.
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“You okay?” Dante growled down at the cat and then hurled it
through the forest.
“I’ll live.” But just barely. Meg stared at Liadan’s body. The flesh
of her face was wrinkled and desiccated, as though the body before
her had lain dead much longer than a few moments.
“If I never see another fucking cat, it will be too soon.” Dante
offered her a steadying hand. “It didn’t even taste good. It tasted evil.”
Meg managed a laugh. Adrenaline was still coursing through her
system making her feel jittery even as a fierce joy curled in her heart.
She was alive. “What does evil taste like?”
“A little mangy,” Dante replied. “I’ve decided I’m a lover, not a
fighter. I’m rich, damn it. I’m the only son of one of the most
powerful families on my plane. From now on, I’m paying poor people
to fight my battles. Better yet, next time tell Beck to handle his own
shit.”
Meg’s hands shook, but that didn’t matter now. “I’ll tell him,”
Meg turned to the cabin overrun with vines. “Better yet, tell him
yourself.”
Meg managed a smile as she looked toward the little sanctuary
where her husbands lay in safety. They were still weak, but she felt
them deep in her mind. She felt Beck’s love deep in her soul, and then
the joy Cian felt washed over her. They knew she was coming for
them.
Dante sighed. “I’ll go get the chainsaw, but I warn you, Meg,