CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
"I am Lord and Master of all, known to the world as the Dark Lord," the Baron said, his voice deep and hushed as he turned from Angie and stepped closer to Connie. He bent low and looked into her eyes. "And you, most beautiful creature, are my Queen." He ran his fingertips along the side of her face.
Connie turned her head, but he caught her jaw and made her face him. She gasped, too petrified to speak or to move.
"Her?" Angie said, trying to distract him. "What do you mean? I'm the one who should be the Queen around here!"
The Baron spun on her, his voice tinged with disgust. "You? You're a pushy little thing. Not even a virgin. The only reason I paid any attention to you at all was because I knew that, in time, you would lead me to my Queen. I didn't even know he
