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even as his eyes shifted into that of a cat.
    “What the hell?” she yelled , o nly to gurgle as a hand gripped her jaw, holding her mouth open to pour the rest of the putrid fluid into her mouth. She choked and spat some out.
    Mr. Kitty growled. Like she cared what he wanted. Lips clamped tight, she refused to open her mouth. Strength won over stubbornness. With a press of his thumb, her jaw popped open and she gagged as the thick liquid filled her. She would have spit it out , t ried as a matter of fact , but the hand over her lips stopped her. Carlie proved stubborn , though. She tried to not swallow. Really she did, but like many things, the more she tried not to do it, the more her body screamed she had to.
    Only once she gulped the vicious drink down did Golden Grin release her, the apology in his eyes not soothing her one bit.
    “Not nice,” she growled when she could speak again. Forget retaliation , though. Ripping pain tore through her, liquid fire in her veins. Poison. Death. Agony. So much freakn’ agony she couldn’t even scream. “Asshole,” she curs ed before she shut her eyes to avoid the spinning room .
    How she went from pleasure to pain, Carlie couldn’t grasp, but she knew who to blame. Rotten, good - looking jerks lulling her into a false sense of security so they could turn around and poison her. It just went to show, despite their niceness, her captors couldn’t be trusted, which , surprisingly enough , caused an ache in her heart. However, a broken heart couldn’t compare to the liquid torment running through her veins. Her b ody contorted as her muscles spasmed . Pushing free of her captor ’ s lap, s he emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor. A hand brushed bangs off her forehead and a damp cloth swiped at her face. She batted it, going for a glare in Mr. Kitty’s direction, but failed miserably as nausea made her cross - eyed. Her stomach heaved again, but that time she got her aim right and spewed all over Golden Grin’s loincloth . His fault for crouching beside her with a fake look of concern on his face.
    “Take that , you bas-s-s-tard,” she slurred before she slumped back into darkness.
     
    *
     
    Chaob stared in consternation at the vomit covering his groin. “ She puked on me.”
    “That she did.”
    “That’s not supposed to happen , is it ? ”
    Acat shrugged , his casual expression belied by the concern in his eyes as he checked over their bride. “Grandfather said the potion makes the females ill. I guess vomiting is to be expected.”
    “Aren’t you just a fount of helpfulness,” Chaob snarled. “ Hand me something to wipe it with.”
    Continuing to dab at her face with a damp towel, Acat used his free hand to toss him a cloth . “I think she’s mad at you.”
    “I hadn’t noticed. Can you blame her , though?”
    “Not really. Hundreds of years we’ve done this ritual and the shaman still haven’t found a better method of transmission. You’d think with today’s technology and painkillers , we could make the experience a better one.”
    Rinsed clean, with a fresh loin cloth around his hips , Chaob rejoined Acat who still wiped a wet cloth across their woman’s face. “Or at least give her a choice,” Chaob grumbled. The subterfuge, no matter its origin, bothered him. “You know, I never thought much before of how frightening it must be for our brides to not have us speak or explain things.” Taking his turn at Carlie’s side, Chaob cradled h is bride’s limp body, his heart heavier than her , and pulled her hair to the side that he might bind it with a clasp to keep it out of the way in case she threw up again . H ow he hated this part of the ritual. “She’s going to despise us when she finds out we deliberately misled her ,” he remarked , plac ing her limp body gently on the bed.
    “She’ll be mad,” Acat agreed. “But as the westerners say, it is easier to beg for forgiveness – ”
    “ – t han it is to ask for