Renata just smiled. It seemed that Shamira was the only one who didn't realize just how smoking hot she really was. She was still in her old living-human mindset where many were intimidated by strong women. Not in the world that awoke when the sun went down . . . not for people like this.

"Please state your name," the King was saying.

"Shamira. Shamira Stapleton," the would-be "sacrifice" said, remembering her new name.

"What is it that brings you here?" the King asked.

Renata couldn't help it when she said, "What . . . is your Quest? What . . . is your favorite color?"

Yosyp glared at her....