The Slave Queen
It isn’t in my nature to be rude, but I don’t want to encourage some weirdo.
“Wow, in just a few days, I’ve gone from being a God to you to being told to piss off. How the mighty have fallen.”
I drop my phone as if I’ve been burned. “No way.” Lucian Quinn is texting me? This has to be some kind of joke, but who else would know what he is
saying? Tentatively, I type:
“Lucian?”
“Unless you’ve met another God this week.”
Oh, my God! I try not to question the excitement coursing through my veins as my phone chimes again almost immediately.
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