CHAPTER 60 - Amy

“Please tell me you are Queen Anne with a new hairstyle.” The giant of a man scowled down at me with a tight jaw and clenched fists. I frowned, uncertain of why he was so angry. It wasn’t like I had done anything to him, not yet anyway. “I am not Queen Anne,” I said with a smile that showed him I wasn’t afraid of him. When you have the ability to raise people from the dead, teleport, and even fly should you so wish it—big brawny men were the least of my worries. I turned...