*Princess Belasarius*
I sat up and grinned spitefully at Dorian. “You pushed the “Me” button,” I said. “Bad move.” I turned and scrambled to the door, ducking under the two guards and wrenching them open before they could stop me.
And now for the hard part…
***
*Gravestone*
“Stop him!” shouted McAllister, sword drawn, finger pointed. First rule of dealing with an angry feral dog. Never just leave extremities hanging out like, oh say, a finger.
McAllister screamed bloody murder as I clamped down my jaw on her index finger, snapping it off at the joint like a twig while I ran past. McAllister clutched her hand as the stump spewed blood like a faulty water pipe. The other guards between me and the castle fared even worse, as I was still allowing my rage to drive me. These men and women stood between me and my mate. So I made sure they would stand no more.