“Lunch with Finn?” He thrust Eddy into Amelia’s arms and stalked off, throwing over his shoulder to Violet, “Never mind. I’ll take care of it.” Amelia sighed. “I’m sorry. Was he terribly rude?” Violet stared after the king, suddenly concerned for Finn. Were all the kings insane? Amos, the Desert King, was the only one she’d yet to meet, but so far, the unstable king count was three for three. “Uh. Actually, you might want to go after him. I think he’s going to kill Finn.” Amelia swore colorfully and muttered, “Not again,” before taking off after her mate.
