Book Eight: Chapter 32

“Tink likes their house.” The goblin stared at Mike. “Husband need see Tink. Can tell something up.”

Mike’s mouth went dry. He wasn’t entirely sure how to word what had occurred to him in the late hours of a mostly sleepless night. But beating around the bush might earn him a fork in the arm.

“Based on what everyone is telling me, you’re...a very old goblin.”

“Husband know Tink old. Not a secret.”

“Right, but...everyone seems to be under the impression that you’re about to die of old age. Nobody really knows how old goblins live to be.”

“Ah. Tink understand.” She patted Mike’s hand. “Tink already live past outdoor goblin time. Maybe only few years left.”

“So you knew.” Mike took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. This was the thought that had robbed him of so much sleep. “That you were going to die in the near future.”

“Yep.”

“Then why...” Mike put his hand on Tink’s belly. “Why did you make this wish if y