With a burst of laughter and chatter, a gaggle of young women suddenly stumbled out of the pub. Bastian and Jane both spun at the unexpected sound. Even as drunk as the woman appeared to be, they were able to recognize Bastian.

"Oh my God! It's him! The hot duke with the haunted mansion or whatever."

Jane could have slapped the girl. The women were American and sadly stupid. She silently prayed that Bastian wouldn't hold their idiocy against her. It wasn't even worth correcting ...