Chapter Twelve
Jarak rolled over onto his side and groaned. He pushed up into a sitting position and reached up to grab his aching head. He was going to have someone’s ass roasted over a spit.
He shook his head and groaned again. Falling back to the stiff straw under him, he decided moving his head at the moment was not a smart move. He kept his eyes closed and breathed in and out through his nose until the nausea settled.
Unfamiliar scents rushed through him. He breathed in again, trying to dissect each one and categorize it. What the hell happened? If a transporter malfunctioned, he would have expected to end up as some unrecognizable blob, not smelling….
“What the… ?!” Jarak’s eyes flew open and his head jerked to the side when something soft, hairy, and warm brushed across his nose
