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me back.
    He made an odd noise in the back of his throat, it sounded oddly like a purr and a chuckle mixed together.
    I blinked at that, a little shocked.
    It's his happy noise , I realized, following his gaze as it stayed fixed on me.
    I glanced down, right where his peepers where glued and saw my jacket was undone enough that the bit of cleavage that was up for perusal was being pushed up and together, leaving the girls out on display.
    Pig! I thought, lowering my arms.
    The purring stopped and he finally unlocked his eyes from my boobies.
    His eyes met mine and he grinned, his nose crinkling up, his whole face lighting up, his sharp teeth winking at me as his eyes glinted mischievously, a rumbling chuckle bubbling out of him.
    Ugh!
    Males!
    Double 'pig'!!
    Give em boobs and their happy as clams!
    Morons, all of them!
    I growled, irritated, yanking at the zipper on my jacket, feeling indignant.
    His purr got louder.
    I glared.
    Needless to say, I am not amused!
    "You're a pig!" I muttered, giving him the evil eye.
    His smile fell, but he didn't respond.
    I harrumphed at him.
    His lips twitched.
    "I'd make a terrible mate, you know," I admitted as his eyebrows lifted at me inquiringly.
    I nodded my head solemnly and continued, "I talk too much, I'm rude, I have zero table manners... uhm...I refuse to cook, clean, sew, make babies... you name it, I won't do it! You should just send my ass back... save you all the trouble."
    He snorted at me and a small smile played at his lips, his teeth peeking out a bit, the pointed tips gleaming sharp and white, but he didn't say anything, just hugged me once more, threw me over his shoulder and started walking, his men trailing behind him as I jounced and bounced along from my perch over his shoulder.
    He started humming low in his throat, a strange happy noise that had me irritated at him.
    This is not fun!
    "No , really! You don't understand! I'm uh... I'm lactose intolerant! Yeah!! That's right! Do you know what that even means?!" I'm not, lactose intolerant that is, but he doesn't need to know that, "I have leprosy, fleas, lice... I uh… I'm spoken for!"
    The blue eyed devil sidled up behind the male carrying me and smirked, "Really, Meanie? Then what's his name?"
    "George!" I blurted lying my rump off, "And it's Mina! Not Meanie, you imbecile!"
    No one was the least bit interested in my babbling as I spouted off complete and utter bologna, going on and on until my voice grew hoarse. I know they know what I'm saying, even if only some of them can speak it.
    So, mission unaccomplished and voice scratchy, for the last leg of the trip I protested my return in silence, pouting quietly, giving anyone who looked at me a blackened stare.
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    When we made it back to the village , the muscle bound giant let me off of his shoulder, placing a restraining hand on me, probably guessing I would have tried to take off again if he didn't keep an eye on me.
    Which, of course, I would have.
    Smart male.
    A group of beast men came out of nowhere, women being carried much the same way I was, bundled up and over their shoulders or in their arms, the males holding them pleased with their prizes.
    I gotta figure out which way they came from , I thought, trying to take a step forward.
    I was hauled back into a hairy chest and I grunted on impact as I hit a wall of serious muscle.
    A hand came up and touched my hair, but I slapped it away, earning a chuckle for my efforts.
    "Stop touching me," I groused.
    I spotted Kirch among the group, carrying an emaciated, familiar blonde bunny with flotation devices sticking up and out, her puffy jacket not even enough to hide those puppies.
    On the one hand, I wasn't particularly happy to see the little tart, but if this means Kirch has found himself a replacement... then 'hello, Candy! Come on down!'
    Kirch walked up to me with Candy in his arms, standing in front of the male who's hand was still gripping my shoulder, talking to him rapidly as