CHAPTER 35The queen wore a gas mask. Her red hair was pulled into its customary bun.
Abby stepped in front of Arthur, taking up a defensive position and crouching low.
It didn’t matter that her body shook—from terror of seeing the crazy lady again and from the power radiating off the queen. All that mattered was that a predator was threatening her family—again.
And the predator wouldn’t win this time.
“I see my interaction with you last night made you change your mind about returning what’s mine,” said the queen with appreciation. “Unorthodox, I suppose, but not unexpected. I’m very persuasive when I want to be.” Her gaze landed on the little hunter, Paddy and Scotty. “In light of this, I may be able to forgive you for stealing my property in the first place, if you’re very good. No on
