HECTOR BAYES

You could have heard a werewolf fart in the silence that followed after I had confronted the witch, starting her down until she released the maiden in her iron claws with a sullen demeanor.

“This does not concern you, your highness,” The Witch announced, and a gasp floated through the crowd before the woman added, almost as an afterthought,

“With all due respect. We're fine, I was just reminding the maiden of a few things, of her duties.” Ma Jules grated, narrowing her eyes at the woman who was trying to tug her hand free before I placed my hand over hers and the witch jerked away, yelping....