"W-Where are you guys going?"
Adrian's voice cracked like a boy catching his crush sneaking off after curfew.
He had just emerged from his tent, scratching his chest, when he spotted Alice and Lyra whispering conspiratorially together.
Two of the hottest women he'd ever laid eyes on.
His old, crusty mind flared up immediately. Dreams of sweaty threesomes and oils glistening under candlelight surged through his skull.
But then he saw it.
That little green bastard.
Rae. The goblin.
Clingy. Smirking. Breathing the same air as Lyra.
And just like that, Adrian's morning wood of optimism shattered like a dry twig under a boot.
'What the hell now?!'
His eyes twitched as he watched the goblin saunter beside Lyra like he belonged there.
He doesn't belong there.
'He—HE—is going with her?!'
'Her tent? At this hour?!'
Adrian stood frozen, mind racing.
'Is he gonna...? No. No way. He wouldn't—'
But Rae was grinning.
And Lyra wasn't stopping him.
