NOLA REYNOLDS

The changelings in the stone castle were herded out by a line of tin-armored soldiers flexing their swords and showing off for the local village maidens until the messy blonde-haired chief guard showed up to chase them.

I could still feel the King’s energy nearby, but I had lost sight of him in the crowd, whipping my head back and forth before I realized I looked like a fucking cub and snapped my head forward, heading for the castle mouth.

The nerve of that man! Flirting with those pesky little bitches right in my fucking face! I mean it wasn't like we had physically mated yet or anything!...