Two Kingdoms (The Dark Side, #3)

by Kristy Cunning

In romance books, the girl gets away with everything while the guys dote on her and affectionately stroke her hair. So not fair. Fiction is starting to annoy me with all its misleading inaccuracies.

“So when is it not too soon to point out that your ‘badass’ fight clothes are skirts?” I ask the guys, no longer interested in the gaping crowd around us who are still on their bellies. Four dry looks are my response. “Because that’s simply fascinating,” I go on, my grin only growing.

“Just so we’re clear…we’re going to walk in, fuck shit up, and walk out like the evil bosses we are, right?”

My soul is dark and twisted. What’s your excuse?”