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Juniper
A warm tingle passed through her like a wave, followed by nausea. Juniper fell to her knees, using one arm to brace herself against the floor while she heaved.
“The last female he brought did not become nauseous,” a voice said in English.
“It will pass,” Tas said, rubbing her back.
“Was that the teleport?” she asked.
“Yes.” More rubbing in sympathy.
“Let’s not do that again. It sucked.” Someone passed her a bottle of water. Grateful, she rinsed out her mouth. Stomach empty and calm, she rose to her feet.
Two Khargals watched her. “We are here to escort you to your chambers,” one said.
“Take us to medical first,” Tas said, one arm already around her shoulders protectively.
“The captain instructed—”
“My mate has a head injury. Medical. Now,” Tas growled. The males paled
