There was no way this could be happening. Because this right here was one of my top ten worst nightmares: Drio with a lethal gleam in his eye carrying my half-goblin best friend off to be tortured. Or maybe she'd already been tortured, judging from how beat-up she looked. Whatever, this had to be the drugs. What I'd run into couldn't've been Drio's abs, but a wall. Yeah. Damn it, I wish that magic suppressant didn't take so long to clear my system.

I rubbed my fists into my eyes ...