A tense silence swallowed the air, thick enough to choke on. Melissa's blood-shot eyes locked on Rae like she was about to skin him alive and wear him as boots.
Rae just stared back. He thought about pulling that pathetic puppy-dog look he used before, wag his tail, tilt his head, maybe get her to soften up.
But no. Not here. Not now. He wasn't about to crawl on his knees like some whipped mutt.
"Then what. Kill them all, make a scene, alert the king. King finds out, king comes. King slaughters madame and me. And all these poor humans go down with us."
Rae's voice was steady, almost too steady for someone who was supposed to be the dumb goblin sidekick. His caveman grunt-speak was peeling off like a cracked mask.
'Yeah, yeah, speech patterns. Who the hell cares. When death's licking your asshole from behind, grammar is the last thing on your mind.'
