Greta and the Goblin King by Chloe Jacobs

Author:Chloe Jacobs [Jacobs, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Love & Romance, Romance Speculative Fiction
ISBN: 9781620610022
Google: AhvwugAACAAJ
Amazon: 1620610027
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Published: 2012-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

She awoke feeling surprisingly rested despite the flood of irritation as Isaac’s last warnings echoed in her head. She almost expected to find herself lying in a bed in her childhood home, but of course, none of that had been real.

Or had it?

She opened her eyes and blinked until the ceiling of the tent came into focus. The lines between reality and fantasy were too close, blurring until she couldn’t be certain of anything anymore.

Did it count as a kiss if her body hadn’t been touched, even though her lips remembered the shape of him, the taste of him? Greta didn’t know, and she wasn’t going to think about it. She had let it happen. She had encouraged it to happen, but it couldn’t happen again. So that was that.

Thankfully, the crunch of snow outside her tent distracted her from thoughts of Isaac’s mouth, and a moment later, someone rapped on the tent frame.

“I’m coming,” she called, immediately guilty. She should have been up much earlier. If nothing else, she could have been checking her snares to see if they’d caught anything interesting for the morning meal.

When she ducked outside with her coat over her arm, strapping her sword to her waist, Sloane was waiting. He honed in on her weapon with big blue eyes.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Uh, hi,” he stammered, jerking his head up. “Did you want some tea? Wyatt makes it with leaves and tree bark.” His lip curled, leaving no doubt as to what he thought of this concoction. “It tastes like crap, but it’s warm.”

Greta choked at the description. “Thanks. I’ll give it a shot after I check the snares I laid last night.”

“Snares?” He looked like he was going to ask her a question, but after a moment’s hesitation he only nodded and turned to go.

“Hey. Would you like to come with me?” The invitation sounded stilted and overly formal, making her wince. He probably had duties in the camp. Maybe he just didn’t want to get stuck with her—

His expression went from guarded to excited in the span of a heartbeat. He actually rubbed his hands together—although that might have been out of cold, the morning was certainly brisk. “Can I show you the snares I’ve been making, and maybe you can help me figure out why I never trap anything?”

She let out a breath and smiled. “Yeah, of course.”

With a grin, he ran off to get his gear. “Don’t leave without me,” he said.

She pulled on her coat and waited dutifully, waving to Wyatt when she saw him standing by the gently smoking fire pit. He bent down and picked something up, then started walking toward her.

“Good morning,” he said, handing her a steaming cup.

“Is this your tea?” she asked, bringing it to her face and breathing deeply. “Sloane says it’s really good.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” he said with a laugh. “But it won’t kill you, and after last night, it’ll help.”

“Help with what?”

“You weren’t freezing? Even under the fur I gave you, it had to be pretty cold.

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