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Serin tightened her grip around the goblin’s neck, shifting her hold a bit so he could breathe and talk.
“Why are you doing this?” Kerrick wheezed, kicking his legs in the air.
They were in the back storeroom of Dionysia, the noise of their confrontation disguised by the driving beat of the latest bl0b track. “I’m your friend! Haven’t I been useful to you?”
“Once or twice in the past, you’ve provided some assistance,” she acknowledged with equanimity.
Serin wasn’t even out of breath, despite the fact the frequently flirtatious goblin outweighed her by at least two stone of muscle.
“Then why?” he asked, the pitch of his voice a hairsbreadth from a wail.
“Because I don’t have time for your—I’m-fae-so-I-can’t-answer-a-direct-question bullshit,” she said, her jaw tight. “I want to kn
