Page 83 of Crossing Quinn

Zarek rolled his eyes heavenward and bellowed, “Enough! I’m sending you both to Tanith. Your punishment is two months of dung duty and no chocolate for a month.”

“That’s just mean,” I cried.

“I would be happy to change that to a year without chocolate,” Zarek rumbled.

“No! That won’t be necessary, my lord.” A year without chocolate, and I would be homicidal. “Before you ship us off, could we meet Elof?”

“Must I remind you that you deliberately deleted Detja’s messages and my dozen warning vids? I believe you were going to blame the problem on the solar flares.”

“You are so busted,” Quinn muttered under his breath.

“I plead not guilty due to insanity.”

“I do not find you amusing,” Zarek responded and vanished.

Adan walked over to us. “Ready to go?”

“We are,” Quinn said.

I wasn’t, but I didn’t have much of a choice. If you disobeyed Zarek, you paid for it big-time. I cast a glance at Mami happily chatting with Elof.

Quinn took my hand. “You still have your comm link.”

He was right. Mami would be eager to fill me in.

I felt Adan mentally summon a vortex. A brilliant orange glow popped into existence and spun rapidly.

How hard could it be to clean dung out cages?

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