coming this way.”
Holy crap. What the hell was that?
She had seen goblins in the arena, but they were different up
close. This one was as tall as she was though it had to outweigh her
by a hundred pounds. Like the little brownies who were so helpful,
the goblin had a head of scraggly, wiry hair. This one’s hair was
black, and his leathery skin had a distinctly green cast to it. His eyes
were large as though he spent most his time in the darkness. They
were pitch black and seemed a little dead to Meg, reminding her of a
snake’s eyes. His mouth was the largest feature on his triangular face.
It was filled with razor-sharp teeth. He wore only a small animal skin
around his waist, and Meg found herself very grateful for the attempt
at modesty.
“I love to eat sidhe,” the goblin grumbled, the words tangling
around his teeth. He scented the air with the holes in the middle of his
face that seemed to pass for nostrils. “And something else. You aren’t
sidhe, girl.”
Cian tried to pull her behind him, but that seemed like running to
Meg. She had read an awful lot, and running was a good way to get
oneself chas
ed down and eaten by a predator. There were times when
boldness was called for. If she was the Queen, then she should start
acting like one. And maybe Beck’s name would come in handy.
Everyone seemed to be afraid of him.
“I’m human, goblin,” Meg said, keeping her voice steady. “And
I’m Beckett and Cian Finn’s wife.”
The goblin did not look impressed. “So the boys finally found a
mate, did they? I’m sure my king will be very interested in that bit of
news. Unfortunately for you, you brought the wrong brother to our
camp, little girl. If you’re going to greet the goblins, you should have