New Year
Competition
For a chance to win this special pack that includes:
Dorrraan’s smile sharpened into a snarl. He turned the ornately carved gold ring on his right middle claw until the amber stone flashed the same gold fire as his eyes. “I will be watching.” He stared at the aliens, memorizing their strange features. “You will stay at The Guardhouse tonight. You are expected, and your accommodation has been paid for. Report to Goornagh by tomorrow’s first light.” He turned and walked around the statue, disappearing into the garden just as his assistants had earlier.
Jaxxlar and Ranger didn’t speak out loud until they were beyond the temple grounds. It felt as though Beta-Dorrraan’s guards watched them from every shadow.
“This is a suicide mission,” Ranger commented when they’d put enough distance between themselves and Dorrraan’s spies.
Jaxxlar huffed in disgust. “What choice do we have? Thanks to your little escapade on Ghee, we don’t have enough credits between us to buy an hour with a whore.”
Ranger stopped and stared at his partner. “I wasn’t the one who got us deported.”
“I didn’t start that fight.” Jaxxlar glared at him.
“Really.” Ranger folded his arms across his chest. “Then I suppose you accidentally jumped on that murrahm’s tail.”
“Well,” Jaxxlar gestured expansively. “It just happened to be right under where I wanted to walk.”
“Of course. And you couldn’t possibly have stepped over it, could you?”
“That murrahm plonked his tail down right under my foot on purpose.”
Ranger shook his head and walked on. “And that was when you were wearing your restrictor!”
Jaxxlar caught up and kept pace with him. “YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”
“That sure does fill me with confidence. Especially since you nearly jumped on a murrahm two minutes after we got here.”
“I did not.”
“You would have if I hadn’t pulled you back.”
“He was arrogant,” Jaxxlar huffed.
“They’re all arrogant. They’re murrahm.”
“YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”
“How very reassuring. Those were your exact words before you started the fight that landed us here.”
“I didn’t start that fight!”
Good luck!
Yours in love and light
Brittany Kingston
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