Chapter Twenty-Eight
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I recognized Morgan’s strong hands on my shoulders, but my mind didn’t want to withdraw from the comfortin’ well it ebbed and flowed with. From light to blackness. I blinked at the gloom, only to be blinded by the yellow-orange flare of a fire to my right.
A campfire.
It was night? All ready?
“It’s done,” Morgan whispered. “Time to rest. They’ve rolled out yar fur.”
“Where am I?” I asked.
The ogre chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
The calm, sleepin’ face of the young goblin bull in front of me brought reality back. “How long—”
Morgan lifted me to my feet. “It was good ya sent for me.”
A new emotion flowed over me, an internal one. Guilt. My eyes teared. “What about Louisa?”
“Lad. One problem at a time. Time to sleep, gather our energy.”
I faced the young bull’s smilin’ mama. At least I hoped it was a smile. The goblin’s needle-sharp teeth didn’t look that friendly. Not unlike the smile of a dragon. Only context placed the expression.
She reached out and drew me to her in a near death-grip of a hug. Though she leaned down into me, my face still nestled below the tall goblin’s breasts, which folded around my head like winter gear. My back cracked from her embrace. Was she gonna break me in half?
“Humans are fragile,” Morgan gushed in warnin’ to the fellow giant.
The hen let go, and I recovered my breath. This journey’s nothin’ but one interestin’, head-splittin’ experience after another.
“How’s Avar?” I asked.
Morgan glanced down a fraction of a second, clearly puttin’ together that had to be the name of the sleepin’ young bull. “He’ll live thanks to ya. But tomorrow, or the next day, we’ll learn how much damage there is from the poison and the swellin’.”
“His arm—”
“Just a matter of how much strength and coordination he may lose. Maybe none.”
I jolted in surprise over the emotion—is my whole world gonna be all about emotion now—that the ogre’s words generated, only to realize they came from the bull’s mama. She turned on Morgan and wrapped him in another of her embraces. My face prickled with heat, prolly as much Morgan’s embarrassment as my own, as the goblin’s breasts pressed into Morgan’s chin.
That sight alone was worth the exhaustion of the majicin’. Had somethin’ to tease the ogre about in the future.
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