Free Deadlands (The Healer Series, #2) by Kayla Jo

Willow swallowed thickly, a lump formed in her throat. It was a gruesome torture chamber, and they were the newest victims.
    Walking i n through the door were two large goblins accompanied by an even bigger troll. The room seemed to shrink at the troll’s presence. He was so tall that his head nearly collided with the ceiling above. Both goblins looked similar in features, except one was taller and had long pointy ears, and the other had small, barely there stubs for ears. They were both yellow skinned and had jagged teeth. Strange warts speckled their faces and bodies. They were wearing simple shorts. One of the goblins had a strange looking necklace on.
    The pointy eared goblin looked at the three of them plastered to the spikes and snorted. “ This? This is what my Master asks of me to bring him?”
    The other goblin fiddled with his hands nervously glancing between the other goblin and Willow’s group. “Yes, sir. We ain’t never seen the likes of these creatures in these parts afore. Truly the King will know what to do with ‘em.”
    “Perhaps,” the other mused. “Yet they are broken, now. He will not be pleased with you, Bagalug.”
    The goblin named Bagalug whimpered and stuttered over his words, bowing low to the ground. “My-my-my apologies, my liege. I am but a faithful servant to the Dark Lord’s wishes. Anything…a-anything my Lord asks, we will give. Willingly we will, won’t we?” He nudged the troll in his round belly. The troll snorted a yes.
    “You can start by unchaining them,” the goblin said gruffly.
    “Right away, right away,” Bagalug said and nearly flew across the room to begin untangling and unlocking them from the wall.
    “Keep t hem chained so that I may keep them in line on my journey back!”
    “Yes, yes,” Bagalug said, the n uttered what sounded like curses in a garbled tongue.
    “What was that?” the goblin asked when Bagalug finally released them from the wall of spikes. Willow released her healing magic and nearly fainted to the floor if it hadn’t been for Declan behind her, snaking his chained arm around her waist to hold most of her weight. She felt light headed and sick, and called upon her healing magic to heal her own body, only, she knew it may take a while for her to recover from that episode.
    “Nothing my liege,” Bagalug mumbled and delivered the three in chains to the superior goblin.
    “Show the way out,” he demanded, “but do not go back through the pub. We do not want a riot. These belong to the Master alone. Who knows what those scum will do if they see this lot!”
    “Of course, of course,” Bagalug bowed low and walked over to a set of stairs that led up to a small cellar door. Chase, Declan, and Willow were being pulled harshly in the chains to follow. Declan was basically carrying Willow. Her back was flush against his front and his arm was tight against her stomach helping her walk.
    They made it out of the torture chamber and burst into the night streets of Grungetown. The streets were buzzing with activity. Fires were burning in metal barrels, random imps, goblins, trolls, and mysterious cloaked figures busied about the streets, laughing, yelling, and talking drunkenly. Landing straight in the middle of Grungetown, the stench of garbage, dirty bodies, and much fowler smells made Willow’s head swirl even more with sickness. She felt like vomiting, but then that would only add to the grotesque odor of the village. She had nothing in her stomach to discharge, anyway.
    “Be away with you,” the goblin holding the chains declared fiercely.
    “I was instructed to lea d you out of town,” Bagalug paused and looked at the goblin with confusion. His strange yellow pupils widened. “Did you… not know?”
    “Oh, well …my faith in you has grown thin, Bagalug! I will make sure these things get where they need to be, for I am the only one with the right to handle them.”
    “ My sources tell me more would be in your company, yet you come