Not the warm gold-brown of Keegan’s.
Something in between.
And there was something about his face that made the back of my mind itch.
It felt as if I should know him or, at the very least, had seen him somewhere before.
But the memory stayed just out of reach.
Twobble cleared his throat loudly.
“Hello! Potential threat here! Very brave goblin standing in the way!”
The man still didn’t look at him.
His gaze stayed locked with mine.
Calm.
Steady.
Familiar.
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
The words sent a ripple through my chest.
I blinked at him.
“I didn’t have much choice.”
Behind me, Skonk whispered, “Technically, we did have a choice. It was you and the broom who…”
“Not helping,” Twobble hissed.
The man’s mouth curved slightly, like he’d heard them but decided not to comment.
“You always were curious,” he said softly.
I frowned.
“Do I know you?”
He tilted his head a little, studying me.
“In a way.”
Twobble made a small outraged noise.
“That is the least reassuring answer possible.” Twobble frowned.
Skonk muttered in agreement behind me. “Top five, easily.”
The man finally glanced at them.
He didn’t appear to be annoyed, and he certainly wasn’t threatened.
Perhaps, just mildly amused.
