Chapter 12

Warden playfully tapped his bum. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You have this goofy grin on your face.”

“I was thinking about the last time I sat down at a dinner table with dwarves.”

“And here I thought you might be thinking of me.”

“I’ve already gobbled you up,” countered Tate, flicking his tongue over bare flesh. “And it was delicious.”

“Maybe you’ll want seconds.”

“Maybe.”

A heartbeat of silence passed.

“I know you like to keep things as secretive as you can around here,” Warden said. “I get that you see it as a measure of protection. But I have a lot of questions I want to ask.”