The bastard grinned and leaned back in the chair. His feet rested on the lip of the Gauss readout, and his big hands locked behind his empty head. Dolfan smiled back and took a chair beside him. “How’s the Gauss?” “Same.” Mof twisted his seat from side to side and grinned. “Normal.” Normal. Except that he’d found the Kingmaker, except that the woman of his dreams, the perfect woman, took Madame Nerala’s station tour as they sat there grinning like idiots. Both of them grinning like idiots. Dolfan frowned. Why the hell was Mof so tickled? “What gives?” “Huh?” Mofitan slid his legs off the console and spun to face him. “What do you mean?” “What do I mean? You’re grinning like a cat and civil.” Mofitan nodded and leaned back further. He turned back to the screens, but Dolfan could see his reflection smiling out from them.
What do You think about Shrouded: Heartstone Book One?
