"Oh—oh my god! Little Rae, are you—hello?! Breathe, damn it!"
Melissa gasped, her chest still heaving from all the laughing and squirming.
She'd finally managed to peel herself off the poor gremlin after that ticklish war, collapsing onto the tent floor like a defeated queen.
Her lungs were screaming, her legs jelly, and her face—oh, it was flushed like a ripe tomato.
But when she glanced back—bam—her smile vanished.
Rae wasn't moving. At all
His green skin had gone full grape mode.
Eyes closed. Mouth wide open like he'd just seen heaven—and then died from it.
"Oh fuck no."
She dropped to her knees like gravity sucker-punched her.
Slapped his cheeks. Nothing.
Shook his shoulders. Nada.
The little goblin gremlin was out cold, and his heartbeat was slowing down like he was peacefully drifting off to death.
"Don't you fucking dare die on me..."
She sprang up—nearly tripping over her skirt—and dove for the nearest potion.
Glass clinked. Cork flew.
