Chapter 339: The Return of Bob
“Eventually, you’re going to have to give it back,” Max informed his dwarven friend.
“I know,” Fowl muttered. “Still… you saw Ockrim, and he gave you this… Tell me you can feel it calling out to you, almost as if it’s your mother’s voice telling you dinner is ready.”
Batrire let out a shudder as she nodded.
“He’s right my love, give it back. The longer you hold it, the more you’ll desire it.”
A weird grin came over Fowl’s face as he ran a finger along the coin’s edge.
“I know…. It’s like it’s precious to me. Like I want it to be my precious.”
Max’s finger snapped, and the glossy-eye look that had filled their warrior’s face was freed. He frowned, handing the coin to his friend.
“I think I’ll store this for a bit,” he said, putting it away. “Now then, Tanila, you’ve been far too quiet. What are you thinking?”
She frowned, looking up from a book she had pulled out.