Don't Give A Dwarf (Dwarf Bounty Hunter Book 2) by Martha Carr & Michael Anderle

Author:Martha Carr & Michael Anderle [Carr, Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“You dumb shit,” Rex muttered as he trotted toward his brother. “That creature almost got an extra snack for free.”

His brother jumped to his feet. “You see the size of it? Holy lizard, bro. Moves faster than a ʼgator.”

“Yeah, good thing you know how to get down on your belly. Idiot.” Rex snorted as the hounds trotted to their master’s side.

The draksa rumbled again and coiled his long neck on top of his thick, slithering body that remained halfway submerged in the high-tide pool in its clearing.

“Johnny,” Lisa whispered from beneath the mangroves. “Johnny, get back here. It’s about to—”

In a silver blur, the creature thrust its head across the clearing toward him and it stopped three feet from his face. Large, luminous silver eyes the size of the dwarf’s fist focused on him. The reptile snorted through huge nostrils in his glittering snout, plastered his beard against his chest, and ruffled his hair. The dwarf stood his ground.

“Ahh…” The draksa tilted its head. “You always bring me the best treats, Johnny. It’s been a while.”

“I reckon neither of us has changed that much in the last twenty years.” He lowered his head. “Good thing I still know what you like.”

“Indeed.” The creature withdrew his head on his snakelike neck and peered around him at Lisa, who still crouched beneath the mangroves and stared at it with wide eyes. “And you brought a friend.”

“Hey, what about us?” Luther yipped.

“Johnny, tell the lizard we’re not more snacks, huh? We’re friends.”

The bounty hunter snapped his fingers and focused his gaze on the massive silver head that glittered as it swayed from side to side. The hounds sat. I told them not to call it a lizard.

“Come on out, darlin’.”

“Yes, do,” the draksa rumbled. “I don’t bite—intelligent humanoids, at least.” A lilting chuckle rose from his throat followed by a hiss, and a few final drops of boar’s blood spilled through his scaley lips when he grinned.

Lisa crawled slowly out from under the mangroves and hitched the duffle bag higher on her shoulder as she straightened. “Does he always look at your friends like that?”

“Dunno. I’ve always come solo before.”

“Won’t you introduce us, Johnny?” The creature studied her with disconcerting curiosity.

Johnny cleared his throat. “Lisa Breyer. Sevol.”

The draksa rumbled with laughter. “What a pleasure. Johnny’s been hiding his friends from me for decades. I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, elf.”

She started to correct him with a mumbled clarification of half-elf, then thought better of it. “Yeah. Nice to meet you too.”

“Give it here, darlin’.” The dwarf held his hand out and she looked briefly at him but immediately returned her attention to Sevol who glittered a mere ten feet in front of her.

“What?”

“Bag.”

“Oh.” She took a halting sidestep toward the dwarf and dropped the nylon strap absently into his hand.

“Another riddle you cannot solve on your own, Johnny?” Sevol fixed his huge silver eyes on him. “I do love a good mystery.”

“A mystery to me, sure.” He unzipped the duffle bag with a quick jerk and rummaged around inside.

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