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“Neb, I order you to stop!”
As a royal, his word with a Neb was law. There was no response to his command, no sounds from inside at all.
“Stand back,” he hollered to Tristan. Raising his leg, he kicked the door with all his strength. Again and again. Driven by pure fury, A’zal kicked once more, and the door finally burst open. He rushed inside, spied Neb in the center of the room and body slammed him into the wall.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Kimber lying still on a metal table, her limbs tied down, her eyes closed. Grabbing Neb by the throat, he hauled him up, feet off the ground. “What did you do?”
Neb dissipated into his shadow form and slipped from A’zal’s grasp. Rushing to Kimber, A’zal took her limp hand. She was breathing. Thank all the Gods! Had she been erased? Would she remember him at all? Enraged, he reached across the table where Neb had materialized, grabbed him by the shoulder and tossed him across the room.
“I must erase her condition, my prince.” Shaking himself off, Neb maneuvered himself out of A’zal’s grip.
“Condition? What condition?” Scanning his mate’s body up and down, A’zal cupped her face and willed her to open her eyes. The rhythm of her breathing suggested Neb had sedated her. Beside the table was a tray of assorted instruments. Nefarious looking things. She’d been ill when he’d left, but she’d reassured him it was nothing more than a common stomach illness humans were prone to. Would such an illness require tools like these to cure?
“What is all this?”
He scanned her body again, ran his hands lightly over her slight frame, looking for injuries…
Pulling back, he stared at her abdomen, not sure what he was looking at. The bump hadn’t been there when he’d left her in Ireland. Glancing at Tristan, he looked back at Kimber as a slow realization dawned on him.
Tristan—Kon—put a hand on A’zal’s shoulder. “This condition, my prince. You have impregnated her.”
“It’s not possible.” He took a step back. “The physicians gave me reproductive blockers before coming to Earth.”
“Neb’s scans have confirmed it. She is carrying your child.”
“But she ishuman.”
Neb looked slighted. “Which is why I must remove it. You have made a mistake that I must fix, my prince.”
With a roar, A’zal rushed around the table and charged Neb. Tristan looped an arm around his middle to hold him back. “He doesn’t have feelings the way we do, A’zal. He only thinks of his duty to—”
His voice trailed off as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Spinning violently in his friend’s arms, A’zal pushed Kon backward. “Do you agree Neb should remove my child from my mate’s body?”
“Your… mate? A’zal, my lord, listen to what you are saying.”
“I know my own words.”
“Those words will get you banished from the royal family.”
Not listening, A’zal turned to Neb. “Wake her up. Do it now.”
Dipping his head in supplication, Neb moved cautiously to the bedside tray as if expecting an attack at any moment and selected a syringe.
“The king will not like this, my prince.”
“Do it!”
Eyeing A’zal warily, he injected it into Kimber’s shoulder muscle.
Tristan moved beside him. “Has she seen you already, like this?”
“No.”
Her eyelids fluttered. Hurrying to her side, A’zal covered her eyes with his hand and knelt beside her, speaking gently. “Kimber, you’re safe. I’m with you.”
Her body jerked. Testing the restraints, she gasped to realize she was still bound.
