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... tered on his face, the kind you only make when your target dodges a stone you really wanted to land.
And just like that, Raedon's memory kicked in.
Yep. This little turd was exactly who he thought he was.
Apparently, the kid had a thing for goblins and wanted one like people want a puppy, but his dad, some high-ranking priest in a stupid church, was dead set against it.
"Owning a goblin is a sin," or something equally dramatic and self-righteous.
So, with ...
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