Cinderella BallI lifted a brow. I knew of this human fairy-tale story, Cinderella. I had been on Earth long enough to absorb some of their culture, especially where it pertained to female interests. I was an eager and apt student of human females’ wants and desires. Being swept off their feet by a prince seemed to be atop every unclaimed lady’s list. “You do know that Cinderella runs away at midnight. She escapes her mate, and no one knows who she is.”
Cinderella“What? How are we supposed to claim a female who runs away? Is this part of the event? Surely not.” Tane looked at Bahre, who shrugged.
“Ask Quinn. I know nothing of her plans. Nor am I familiar with the story.”
“When is this ball?” I asked.
“In three weeks,” Iven offered. “Until then, we wait.”
“Well then, Warlords, I welcome
