Page 18 of Forced to Mate by the Mad Scientist (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #3)

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SYLVIE

Sylvie froze, a cold hand gripping her heart.

Oh no…no, please! she thought desperately.

“I thought the two of you might take this opportunity to try and get away—it really is so inconvenient the way my treetures react to inclement weather,” the familiar voice continued. “Turn around now, both of you. Or I shoot.”

“Don’t do it—go Sylvie—just go!” she heard Kross growl. “Get back to the ship—I’ll take care of him.”

But she couldn’t do it—she couldn’t leave Kross to get shot trying to save her. Reluctantly, Sylvie turned around.

Standing in the rain with a cold grin on his thin-lipped face was Dr. Barbarous. The mad scientist was holding a sleek silver blaster that looked utterly lethal and he had it trained on both of them.

Kross had turned too and he moved quickly to put Sylvie behind him.

“Let us go,” he growled. “Or you’re going to be fucking sorry!”

“I think it’s you who are going to be sorry for trying to escape my hospitality without so much as a ‘thank you,’” Barbarous purred.

Almost before he finished speaking, a round silver shape came from behind his back and darted forward.

It must be the collection droid, Sylvie thought, but she had never seen it move so fast. Before she could even shout a warning, it had zipped forward and stabbed Kross with a needle.

“Fuck!” he growled and batted it aside. But a moment later he suddenly fell to his knees, groaning.

“Kross? Kross!” Sylvie took his face in her hands, staring anxiously into his changeable eyes. She couldn’t see what color they were in the dim light, but she could tell the big Kindred was in a bad way. “Kross?” she said again. “Talk to me!”

“Hurts.” His deep voice was husky and faint. “Fucking… hurts.”

Sylvie glared up at Barbarous, who was smirking. Rage rushed through her—she wanted to wipe that smug expression off his face with her fist!

“What did you do to him?” she demanded. “What did you give him?”

“A fast-acting poison,” Barbarous said blandly. “If you help me get him back to the lab, I might be able to save him. Or you can simply leave him here and go back to your ship.” He shrugged his bony shoulders as though he didn’t care either way. “It’s up to you.”

“Of course I’m not going to leave Kross to die!” Sylvie snapped angrily.

“Then if I were you, I’d try to help him up.” Barbarous waved the blaster at her. “ Now .”

Kross was seven feet tall and extremely muscular—Sylvie wasn’t sure how she got him on his feet. But somehow she managed to push him up until he found his footing.

“Go…Princess,” he muttered as she draped one of his long arms around her shoulders. “Want you to…get away.”

“No, I’m not leaving you!” Hot tears pooled in Sylvie’s eyes and ran down her cheeks, mixing with the cold raindrops that were still coming down. “We’re in this together, Kross. Until…until the very end.”

“Such a touching sentiment. However, if I were you, I’d hurry—that poison can’t be counteracted after it’s been in the bloodstream for fifteen minutes,” Barbarous said dryly.

Sylvie shot him a look of pure hatred as she slipped her arm around Kross’s waist.

“Come on—we have to hurry,” she told him tightly.

Somehow they made their way, staggering through the downpour, back to Kross’s prison cell. The minute they got inside, Sylvie helped him to the bed and he fell across it like a dead man.

“Kross, are you all right?” she patted his cheek—he was lying on his stomach with his face turned to the side.

“Huuuurts!” he groaned and his big body convulsed.

Sylvie turned back to Barbarous, who was still standing there, just inside the door, holding the blaster.

“All right, we’re here—now give him the antidote like you promised!”

“Ah, but I never promised any such thing.” Reaching out, he slapped the button beside the door. Immediately, the red walls of pain energy blazed up around them, making Sylvie feel like she was trapped in the middle of an encroaching fire.

“Wait—what are you doing?” she demanded.

Barbarous was already leaving the tree-trunk lab but he turned to look at her.

“Why, I’m going back to my control center, of course. This experiment has only just begun and it’s going to be my best one yet!”

“What experiment? What about the poison? What about the antidote?” Sylvie asked desperately. “Please—you have to save him!”

Barbarous smirked at her.

“I don’t have to do anything. But don’t worry, my dear—that wasn’t poison I gave him. It was a specially tailored formula I’ve been working on that should provoke some rather interesting effects shortly.”

“What effects? What did you do to him?” Sylvie demanded.

“I may decide to explain further…or I may not,” Barbarous told her. “But first, I must go get out of these wet things before I catch my death of cold.”

Then he closed the door behind him, leaving Kross groaning on the bed and Sylvie with no idea how to help him.