Chapter 2
“WELL, IF IT ISN’T CINDERELLA,” he said, his forest green eyes twinkling in amusement and his shaggy black hair hanging around his pointed ears.
Shawna rolled her eyes and walked to the stool in the corner, sitting down. “Don’t call me that. I don’t sleep in front of the fire anymore.”
Which was exactly where her step-mother had made her sleep for years before she’d had the guts to get up and leave.
Blaze chuckled. “Your living quarters right now aren’t much better.”
She ignored his quip. It was true, my shelter was crude and dirty. But it was free of her evil step-mother and two self-absorbed step-sisters. She didn’t have to answer to anyone anymore or work her fingers to the bone, and that counted for something.
“So,” Blaze continued, stacking the rolls of materials exper
