Autumn's stomach lurched again with every step Kieran took, her vision close to swimming.
No. No, no, no!
She twisted weakly in his arms, nails scraping against his shoulder. "Put me down, you bastard!I wanna puke again…I feel pukish Kieran…I swear to the Moon…if you make me puke on you…"
Kieran's grip only tightened as he carried her down the petal strewn hallway, his strides way more purposeful that it should be.
"Then puke! You are free to puke on me as much as you want," he said, unfazed. "I have had worse."
The door to his bed room was just up ahead, draped in roses and golden ribbons.
The door to his wedding chamber.
Her breath came in sharp, panicked bursts. "Kieran, don't…don't you dare take me in there. Put me down! She is in there…Lyla is sitting in there…"
Waiting for you…
The words choked her.She gut wrenching once more.
He did not answer.
Just pushed the door open.
