They pointed at the men, then pointed back into the woods in the direction the scream had come from. Neither of them appeared to have weapons. Clad in ripped and oversized jeans and flannel shirts, they reminded me of the refugees in Rawrna’s village. Their faces were lean, cheekbones prominent, and I doubted they’d had a good meal in a long time.
Even though I’d never met a goblin that hadn’t made trouble for me—the ones I’d run into were notorious for stealing things—I’d also never met one that was a killer and deserved a death sentence. In short, I’d never been sent out after one.
I tapped my translation charm and willed it to activate.
“They got Teenah. We have to help.”
“How?”
“Go pick her up and get her out of here.”
“They’re shooting all over the place over there.”
More gunsh
