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“That’s stupid, why they hell would we do that?” Clive snapped.
“How the fuck should I know?” Jori snapped back as he crouched down beside where she’d sunk to the floor.
“What’s happening? How can I help?”
“It’s the—the smell in here. It’s overpowering,” Kymri swallowed the excess saliva gathering in her mouth.
“What smell?”
“The stink of male dragon,” she groaned.
“The stink of…” Jori sniffed the air, then lifted an arm, his expression blank.
She almost laughed, “Not you. Them.”
“Get her to her feet,” Stenlen commanded.
Clive and Merwin stepped forward, reaching for her. Their hands gripped her upper arms hard, forcing a hiss through her teeth.
“Sten, she is looking a little green.”
“She was fine just minutes ago,” he snapped.
“It’s this place,” she moaned, “too overpowering here.”
“Sten if she hurls on me, so help her I’ll bitch slap her into next Tuesday.”
“No, Clive, you won’t.”
“Touch her and I’ll kill you myself,” Jori snarled.
Kymri was starting to smile at Jori while they were dragging her closer to the source of the stench. To her horror the gagging rose in severity, bringing up what little she had in her stomach along with it.
Just as they rounded the corner into a large open space she gagged, heaved and spilled her guts onto the floor, splattering Clive and Merwin’s shoes.
She looked up to see dozens of faces staring with disgust in her direction.
She groaned and heaved again.
Her captors jumped aside to avoid any more mess on themselves.
Oh, dear dragon goddess, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
Jori pulled his t-shirt off as Kymri wiped her mouth, “Here, cover your nose.”
Her expression was grateful as she clamped the shirt over her face.
“Well, that was a dramatic introduction.”
Jori’s glare shot to the center of the crowded room, where a tall older man strode toward them, everyone falling away from his path. He moved with an easy grace—someone used to others moving out of his way. As on the island, this room was dominated by a singular sex. He stared back at the room of men looking on. Some were clearly disgusted, others bemused, most were curious.
Stenlen stepped forward to meet the approaching man. Clive and Merwin pulled Kymri forward. Jori remained as close to her as possible.
“Majesty,” Stenlen said with a sharp bow. He frowned when Jori made no move to do likewise.
“Welcome, welcome.” The man’s smile was broad as he looked from Kymri to Jori. “Stenlen, find accommodations for our guests, would you?”
Guests?
