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was suddenly, desperately interested in what was behind the zipper of his pants.
     
    “Alexios?”
     
    “No,” he said from between clenched jaws. “Ethan does not want to fuck. And even if he did, I‟d have to rip his heart out. Slowly. Right now we‟re going to walk far away from the nice kitty and his apparently hallucinogenic alpha call, okay?”
     
    Still carrying her, he headed for the open door and the sunlit courtyard.
     
    “Kitty!” she squealed. “What a funny word! Kitty, kitty, kitty! Ooh, how about pussy?
    That‟s a good word, too. My pussy is hot and wet for you. Wanna fuck now ?”
     
    “Heroic,” Alexios snapped. “He. Ro. Ic. Beyond all measure of what a man should ever have to endure. I certainly hope whoever keeps a tally of this kind of thing is seeing how many karmic points I‟m racking up here.”
     
    A peal of laughter escaped Grace‟s lips. “Uh-oh. You said rack! Rack means boobs. Do you want to see my boobs?” She squirmed in his arms, trying to raise her shirt, but he wasn‟t cooperating. She squinted up at him, frustrated and perplexed.
     
    “Why don‟t you want to see my boobs? All men want to see boobs. Is there something wrong with you? Do Atlanteans not like boobs? Oh, goddess!” She slapped a hand over her mouth and then smacked herself in the forehead, which made her start laughing Atlantis Unmasked - Warriors of Poseidon 04
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    again. “I‟m sorry. You‟re gay, aren‟t you? I didn‟t know. I mean, you kissed me and you said those things , but maybe you‟re bi, like Michelle?”
     
    She leaned closer and peered into his eyes, then lowered her voice to a confidential whisper. “Is this one of your man phases? I could probably set you up with Tiny.”
     
    Alexios was grinding his jaws together so fiercely that it was a wonder he didn‟t shatter his teeth. He put her down, hard, and her feet hit the grass with a thump, which struck her as hysterically funny. She got the giggles again and collapsed down onto the ground and started rolling around in the brittle winter grass. “Hey, I‟ve never done it in grass,”
    she finally managed to say. “Why don‟t you take your pants off and come down here?”
     
    Before he could say anything, though, another feeling raced through her. A decidedly un -fun feeling. She abruptly sat up and unzipped her jacket, then threw it onto the ground.
    “Too hot,” she muttered, suddenly flushed and a little nauseous.
     
    A lot nauseous.
     
    “Oopsie,” she mumbled, and then she leaned over and was violently sick onto the grass. She kept retching until it felt like everything she‟d eaten in the past three days had been purged, and then finally it was over. She pushed up and away from the stinking mess on the ground and, wobbling a little, turned to look for Alexios. He was standing right next to her, holding a wet cloth, and he didn‟t look good, either.
     
    Guess Atlanteans were sympathy pukers.
     
    She took the cloth and wiped her mouth. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “I don‟t know why I‟m suddenly so sick. I felt fine when I woke up other than a little soreness—”
     
    She stopped dead as a look of total incredulity swept across his face.
     
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    “Are you kidding?” He took a step back, and then another. “Are you telling me that you don‟t know what happened in the past ten minutes?”
     
    She started to say of course she knew, but then she realized there was an odd gray fuzziness around her recent memory. Something about the prisoner and Ethan, and champagne bubbles— in her brain? That couldn‟t be right—and then she was here on the ground being sick.
     
    Alexios closed his eyes and ranted under his breath for a full minute. Then he pierced her with a heated stare and folded his arms across his chest. “Nothing? Nothing about begging me to fuck you in the corridor? Nothing about asking me if I‟m gay or bisexual—I‟m not, by the way, and I damn well deserve a medal for resisting you—and asking if I wanted you to set me up with Tiny?”
     
    She felt the heat rising into her face. He had to be making that up. And yet—Oh.
    Goddess. The memories started to filter back.
     
    She wanted to be sick again.

Chapter 20
    Alexios tried to keep an eye on Grace, after her bouts of craziness and vomiting, but she was making it damn difficult. She wouldn‟t meet his eye, for one thing, and after she‟d come back