Between (The Chronicles of Between, #1)

by L.L. Starling

“Will Her Majesty’s pretty friend Lyla be attending the coronation?” Ash asked, a little too nonchalantly. Lorn’s eyes narrowed. “She is blonde.” Ash inclined his head with a grin. “I had noticed that.” “The woman required to lift your curse must be red-headed. Which means you could only dally with Lyla and no more.” Ash opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again with a sigh. “A pox on my curse,” he said instead and took a long sip of ale. Molven patted him on the shoulder and refilled the prince’s tankard. “Think of the bright side,” Lorn said, trying to cheer his friend up … somewhat. “Would you truly want to dally with the best friend of a woman who did not hesitate to run down a man with a mail truck? A woman who was willing to beat your crotch to a pulp had I not intervened?” Ash looked down into his tankard, his shoulders hunched forward, his expression decidedly gloomy. “You make several excellent points, and yet I cannot find it in me to care.” Lorn shrugged. “It is your crotch. Good luck.”

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