Book Eight: Chapter 2

“It’s not good,” she replied, floating toward the dining room. “I can’t tell if I’m looking at one thing or many. It’s disjointed.”

“Great, I was hoping to--” Mike grabbed his ears as the shrieking noise resonated throughout the whole house. Upstairs, he heard shouting, followed by stomping feet. “Sounds like the cavalry is coming.”

The footsteps took an inordinately long amount of time before their owners appeared. Grace and Kisa appeared on the landing first, the catgirl with a chagrined look on her face.

“Don’t tell me,” said Mike just as Tink waddled into view. The little goblin was huffing and puffing as she descended the stairs, one hand on her belly and the other clutching a ball peen hammer. When she spotted Mike from the landing, she gave him a sweet smile.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” he declared. “Doctor’s orders.” Naia, Zel, and Ratu had all declared that Tink’s pregnancy was high risk and that she needed to be on bed rest for the last few week