“Fine.” I throw up my hands. “Mama did always say that those fairy tales about having to kiss frogs to get a crown weren’t totally wrong.”
A teleporting aristocrat and a crazy strong beauty queen walk into a bar. It sounds like the set-up to a joke. But nope, it’s just a totally normal weeknight.
We stand inside the entrance as a miasma of smoke rises above us and tinny music blares from an old jukebox.
Rada is at the bar, a very large pitcher of beer in front of her that’s already half gone.
Malik already has a lady love engaged in conversation, As we watch he trails his hand up and down his conquest’s leg. She looks old enough to be his mother and totally flattered by his attention.
Sophia’s confidence was not misplaced. She’s got three guys at the pool tables talking her up, while
