Curse of the Hallow Moon
The Minotaur eyed me, first my cleavage then my face with a leering smirk as Lana came out to serve another table.
Lana slapped a heavy wooden spoon on the table before shaking it at him. “My niece has been here her whole life, not that it is any of your concern, minotaur. Look at her like that again, and my mate, the blacksmith, will make a steer outta you, got it?” She dragged me back into the kitchen.
Bernus ate with an unconcerned look as he chuckled, “Watch yourself, Bullhead. I’m not the only one around these parts who hates your kind after the war.”
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