Not In The Mood For Jokes

"So, Greg, what's going on? Gripton dropped you off here and what? There must be more to the story, scratch that, there had better be more to this story. Talk. Now."

We were all in the massive black gemstone cave, and Greg sat on a huge marble smooth slab. I have made a big comfy couch by sculpting the basic frame from stone and then covered the frame with thread, thick and comfy. If Bhan would have been here, we just would have sat down, and the couch would have caught us, better than anything my magic could make. I missed him, and Kiada's bad jokes, but I had my lovely loves back in my life, so I would make the best of it until we meet again.

I glared at him, but he was being silent, but I could wait. I would prefer him to think about the next word that came out of his mouth. Now that I knew who Thungarda actually was, I was livid, like fucking pissed, and if the girls weren't here right now, soothing my rage, Greg would be dead.