“It’s amazing,” Kurt continued, sending a wistful look toward the orb. Otto was still engaged with it, the lavender light glowing all around him, his body blocking enough of it to create a weird shadow on the wall. “Even dragons must like to have fun now and then.”
“You are a fool,” Alab said, “if you think any pleasure a dark elf gives you comes without a price.”
“We paid for it already. She said it was a prototype with some quirks, so they wouldn’t be able to use it.”
“I’m sure.” Alab stalked past it, not showing any interest in flattening himself to it like Otto.
Too bad. It might have been my chance to slice Nightshade through his neck.
“Wait,” Kurt blurted, watching Alab approach the box. “Why is it open? We didn’t leave it open.”
One little mistake…
Alab examined the interior
