The Monsters We Defy

by Leslye Penelope

Mo’s whole organization could come down on us. Not to mention whatever retribution The Empress might try to mete out herself.” Aristotle shrugged. “Like I said. Nothing to lose.” He grinned sadly.

Clara had to admit, Zelda looked like a princess. There was no need for two Cinderellas. One was enough. Someone had to be the mouse.

What he wanted more than anything else was to be loved. If not by one, then by all. So he listened to what the voice said, and when the time came, he agreed to the deal.