CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Lord Fragg – no, no, strike that, King Fragg – raised his head from its bowed position as he heard the squealing sound from the hall outside. It was the now-unmistakable sound of the huge throne room doors opening to allow somebody entrance; since becoming king a few hours ago, he’d heard it over fifty times, and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
He had expected it to be one of the multitude of Glukkon advisors that were always hanging around to deliver thoroughly pointless advice to him, but it instead turned out to be someone he didn’t recognize – not altogether a bad thing.
But when that person he didn’t recognize on first glance turned out to be a being he did recognize on second glance, he bit his lip.
It was a Wolvark. A very familiar Wolvark at that – the one called Urchyn McAvi, the one that had caused them so many problems recently. The one that had battled his forces in the canyon and captured Abe.
Fragg narrowed his eyes. What was McAvi up to now?
The bounty hunter was already halfway across the room. “That’s far enough,” Fragg snapped. “What do you want here?”
The Wolvark’s face stretched into a sinister grin. “I’m here to bring you the famous blue guy.”
Fragg’s excitement sense grew suddenly, and his heart began to beat quickly within his chest, as the bounty hunter turned toward the door once more. McAvi snapped his fingers in the air.
Through the doorway came a Steef. Fragg’s eyes grew wider; not only was a Steef an extremely rare thing to see after the late Sekto’s Steef Purge, but the skinny blue Mudokon unconscious over one shoulder was even more of a surprise.
These two bounty hunters had actually managed to capture Abe.
The Steef bent down and dumped Abe on the floor. He folded his massive arms across his chest. “How about…that reward, now?”
Fragg smiled. “I’m sure we can work things out.”
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