She wasn't going to stop pestering me until I gave her what she wanted, and honestly, I didn't have the patience for another one of her fiery tantrums.
I already had enough on my plate; the last thing I needed was an argument over her boredom.
"Fine," I muttered, exhaling through my nose before turning toward her.
"One of the goblins escaped—the one with the bow. Find him and bring him to me alive."
The reason was simple: I needed to kill him myself if I wanted to obtain his skill.
"Alive?" she repeated, her brow creasing as if the very idea offended her.
"Yes. That would be a challenge, wouldn't it?" I said, my tone dry but deliberate.
Her eyes lit up immediately, the faint irritation replaced by something that resembled excitement. "Fine!" she said, her grin widening before she darted off, a blur of motion and heat.
