Rules Of Survival

“Wait, wait, wait,” Nola laughed. She struggled to catch her breath, clutching her stomach as she sat across from Gael in the king’s sprawling chambers. “He kissed her hand?”

Gael lounged in a heavy leather chair, a smug grin plastered across his face. He nodded slowly, relishing the moment. “Oh, it gets better. He called her his Luna. Right there in the dirt. Like a lovesick pup from a cheap rom