Of Goblins and Gold (Of Goblin Kings Book 1) by Emma Hamm

Author:Emma Hamm [Hamm, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“What are you doing here?” she asked, breathless with surprise.

She didn’t sound like herself at all. Freya’s voice was watery. Thin, as though he had sucked all the air from the room. Maybe he had. Just standing this close to him was so overwhelming. She could almost taste apple crisp on her tongue. She knew he was grinning at her like the lunatic he was.

That knowledge came with the realization she didn’t have to look at him to know exactly what he was thinking. Or, at least, what he looked like.

His dastardly smirk was difficult to forget, no matter how hard she tried. The pointed teeth had been branded into her mind, seeping into her dreams, moving through the fog of her memories until the inky darkness blotted out all other thoughts.

She tried to take a step away from him, but the chest was directly behind her. She caught a heel on the edge and began to fall. The edge of the pavilion was so close, she knew she was about to tumble a hundred feet to her death.

The Goblin King caught her around the waist, tugging her against his chest with a firm arm wrapped around her. His heart thundered against her palms where she had slapped them to steady herself.

This close, she could see how molten his eyes were. The silver within them swirled, constantly moving with unnatural light. His pupils were slitted like a cat’s.

He stared down at her and the sharp edge of his jaw bounced. Maybe he was as affected as she was, although Freya thought perhaps she felt this way because she’d never hated someone so much in her life.

Hate and infatuation were sometimes hard to tell apart.

His chest muscles flexed underneath her palms. “Careful, Freya. The game isn’t over yet, and I won’t have you tumbling to your death when there’s still so much left to be done.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she whispered. “Wouldn’t you love to win that easily?”

“It’s not winning if I don’t get the best of you.” He released her sharply, spinning her into the center of the pavilion and away from the edge. “You’re a very worthy opponent, I’m finding. This has already been greatly entertaining.”

“Is that so?” She pointed toward the chest. “The goblin you sent to help me thinks I need clothing to speak with the Summer Court. A king, I assume?”

“Now why would you think that?”

“A palace like this would only be built by a man.” Although that was a lie. The beauty of this place was haunting and had a familiar feminine touch to the design.

His eyes trailed up and down her body, lingering on the softness of her curves. Slowly, the Goblin King licked his lips.

Freya crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly very aware that the dress she wore was plastered to her like a second skin. She wanted to get out of this tattered lace. Even compared to the Goblin King in his lax outfit, she still felt like a moth who had flown into a garden full of butterflies.

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