Malcom watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as his mate, his beautiful, but burned, mate shot a root through the chest of the monster.Not monster, Stephan, apparently, according to Natalia who was finally showing some emotion beyond anger.“NO!” She screamed, stumbling toward the creature as he fell, eyes blank and dark, “NO! Stephan, you ass, you can’t leave! You were the only one… the only one who was loyal to me.”If he didn’t hate her so much, he would feel sorry for her. But she had planned to kill his mate, had prepared with a poison so strong it burned the skin.Malcom turned away from her and ran to Poppy who lay panting in the sand. Her face was turned down to the ground, her short, red curls curtained around her, hiding all but the tip of her nose from view.“Poppy.” His voice was hoarse as he reached her, scared of what he would see; would she be alive? Would she be in pain? Would she hate him for this?“Malcom.” Her voice sounded like she was crying. He hated
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