“No dawdling, bitch.”
A hard hand on her shoulder sent Marika stumbling down the corridor, nearly tripping over the hem of her elaborately beaded gown. She’d woken up in her room on her father’s private yacht, the surroundings both familiar and strange all at the same time. The skyline outside the window told her she was still on Sky-city. Not that it made any difference. This was not a fairy tale so no knight in shining armor was coming to rescue her. Her prince had turned out to be a lying alien with less morals than an alley cat. A handsome lying alien, but didn’t they say beauty often hid decay and corruption?
handsome Righting herself, she stayed ahead of Dav and Lenar as they escorted her to her father. Both bodyguards sported new crescent-shaped scars on their faces, Lenar’s disas
