Chapter Seven
Two weeks later: Pyrus Spaceport
“I swear I’m going to kill her,” Froget muttered as he searched another crowded bar. “If I’m going to die anyway, I might as well have a good reason for it. Maybe I’ll be lucky and Ti’Death will just shoot me.”
“What’s that, Frog?” the huge yellow and black bartender asked. “I didn’t hear what you wanted.”
“My name is Froget! Not Frog, Froget!” Froget growled as he hopped up onto the tall stool. “Have you seen Skeeter?”
Hornet’s antennas flickered madly for several seconds before he shook his head. “Gods no! I haven’t seen her since she was here a few weeks back. It took me that long to get the rest of the tables repaired. What are you doing with Skeeter?” he asked innocently, not wanting Froget to know he had been the one to recommend hi
