Adrian almost sprinted for camp, but he skidded to a stop and ducked back behind the tree, heart in his throat.
'I…I can't just run. That stupid goblin is somewhere out here.'
He clenched his teeth, sweat prickling his scalp despite the rain. If he bolted and they caught even a glimpse of him, he was a dead man.
'If he knows I saw all this…I'm finished. They'll hunt me down in my sleep.'
The sheer horror made his knees wobble.
He pressed his back to the tree trunk, trying to slow his ragged breathing.
'That bastard Rae…was the Goblin King this whole time?'
His mind reeled.
All those weeks after the war, when everyone thought the Goblin King was dead or comatose, he'd been right under their noses.
In Alex's household, no less.
'Geez…one wrong move, and he could've snapped me in half like a dry twig…'
He swallowed, feeling bile creep up his throat. He'd always steered as far away from the Goblin King as possible.
