Emory

“This is her?” a blonde woman with a pointy nose asks, her raised finger barely sharper than her beak. “This is the fucking breeder?”

I take a deep breath, not wanting any trouble. I am obviously outnumbered, and while I have no problem kicking Opal’s ass and her friends’ asses, I have a feeling I can’t take Prince Lex and Prince Jacob. Not at the same time anyway. I imagine they’ve both got some sort of warrior training.

“Good morning, Princess Opal,” I say, tipping my head down. “Prince Lex, Prince Jacob… ladies.”

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to stand and curtsy when you’re in the presence of your...