Page 34 of Swamp Kings 2

“I’ll wait,” she said, making her way to the kitchen table, trying to be quiet. “See, that was easy. You make nice demands, and I listen. You don’t, then I get super emotional and puke my food up.”

“I love you,” he breathed.

The desperate confession opened the flood gates.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, hearing her sniffling down sobs.

“I have a list, a short list of my symptoms,” she gasped. “More hungry, more emotional, more energetic, more…desperate for sex,” she barely whispered then remembered, “more sensitive to noise and touch and… smell, not all bad, not all good.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he hurried. “I’m two minutes away.”

His words hit her like morphine, sagging her in the chair. “Don’t speed,” she managed,suddenly so dizzy and weak. “Shit.”

“Okay…” he said carefully, back to panicked. “Talk to me.”

“I’m… suddenly…” The room spun and the floor slammed into her body.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Beth woke, wincing at the scream going on and off in her ears.

“She’s awake!”

Bishop.

He covered her face in soft, breathless kisses. She moaned from the heavy pressure on her forehead as she realized that scream was just a tiny alert going off in the room.

“You’re okay baby,” he whispered, his hands stroking her face as she forced her eyes open. “You’re at the Creole King facility to get checked out. You fainted.”

She did? “When?”

“We were on the phone, I was on my way to you.”

“How long was I…”

“You’ve been out for four hours.”

That news shocked her as she struggled to remember. “I… thought I went to sleep.”

“Good, she’s awake,” a deep voice said.

She looked and tried to sit up.

“Go slow,” Bishop admonished, helping her upright.

Well, she was dressed in normal clothes, she saw, trying to connect events to her black stretchy jean selection and mossy colored sweater three times her size.

“How do you feel?” King Thakx asked next to the bed. “Does anything hurt?”

She considered it carefully, then shook her head. “No.”

“You had a nasty bump on your head,” he said, amazed, touching a spot on her forehead. “Feel anything?”

She shook her head again. “No.”

“I got a couple of test results back if you both are ready to hear them.”

She glanced at Bishop, not liking what hid in his tone.

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