Fable wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she sent that text message. All she wanted was her shoe back.

As grimy and dirty and falling apart as they were, she was attached to them and she wasn’t about to let some pretty boy pervert stop her from getting them back.

No matter how much she dreaded it.

But this was a mistake.

“Princess,” Pretty Boy called out to her, a grin on his stupid face, golden hair shining in the ...