Chapter Twenty-Eight
August 12, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Apartment of Malcolm Constantine
Malcolm smiled and tapped the access panel on the door to his apartment. The door slid open with a hiss, and he gestured inside grandly.
A little showmanship might help him with Camila. The dinner had gone well, but she was hard to read. He could never be sure if she was chuckling because she found his jokes funny or if she was laughing at him for thinking he was funny.
He bowed over his arm. “My kingdom, Lady Camila. Not the grandest kingdom, but I defend it with my dignity and my life.”
Camila strolled into his living room, the corner of her mouth turned up in a half-smirk. Her dark makeup and dress continued to give her the vibe he’d been obsessing over all night: sexy witch. H
