Cursed- The Broken Immortals Book Two
“Maybe they’ll build me a statue. Prince Thorin…the savior of small-town America.”
While Ben and Thorin carried the bags inside, Imara hugged Haldir as he sat at the counter. “I hear you had a run in with a friend of mine.”
She put her hand of Haldir’s arm and put her other on her chest. “Oh, yes. Your friend Daniel is just the sweetest man, Haldir.” After nearly choking on the beer in his mouth, Haldir swallowed and asked, “Is that so?”
“Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?”