"Rae..."
A soft, sharp call in goblin tongue.
He blinked, turned his head like a curious mutt, and saw Maya glaring at him, the soup pot still dripping in her hand.
He tilted his head with a dumb little what's up gesture.
Melissa's voice rang again from inside her tent, sharper this time.
"Go and help her."
Maya said, already turning away.
Rae pointed at himself like a confused toddler.
"Me?"
"Yes, you idiot. I have things to do. Now move those scrawny green legs and make yourself useful."
She snapped, then stomped off with dramatic little goblin steps.
'What the fuck…'
Rae muttered under his breath, grumbling curses in every dialect he knew, but he wasn't about to pass up a golden ticket to peek at the divine milf inside that tent.
Opportunity was knocking—and it had boobs.
He adjusted his waistband just in case the monster got ideas, then swaggered toward Melissa's tent like he owned the damn place.
