AUTHOR'S POV

Do as he says? As what?

His lapdog?

A robot?

She did not understand. That sentence, “Do as he says,” irritated her to the depths of eternal damnation.

Regina hesitated, biting her lip as she considered her choices to either stand there and waste her time having a back-and-forth with Dame Rossa or agree to his offer just to end the conversation. After a brief silence, she sighed, “Okay, fine. Where is your car?"

Dame Rossa waved a hand dismissively and pointed toward the entrance, where a black car was parked. “It is parked outside; where else would it be?” she said curtly. Then, as if switching the...