Chapter 12“It's an arranged marriage,” Skrlock explained.
“I know.” Seated across from him in Penelope's carriage I crossed my arms and darted angry looks toward the couple as they breezed across the street toward the establishment. The interior of Penelope's coach was white with gold accents and the cushions were pink. Bluchk.
The clatter of horses' hooves and the carriage wheels drowned out the saloon sounds as we pulled away. I noticed a squeak in the left rear wheel. Annoyed, I couldn't imagine the princess would have put up with such a thing on her personal buggy.
“Wild night,” I said over the squeaking.
“Agreed,” Skrlock said.
“I'm sorry if I interrupted your plans tonight.”
“Oh, not at all, my dear. You have been the best entertainment I've had in ages.” He smiled toothily.
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