Chapter 15. Shift for Us, Feeder

Emory

“This is her?” a blonde woman with a pointy nose asks, her raised finger barely sharper than her beak. “This is the fucking breeder?”

I take a deep breath, not wanting any trouble. I am obviously outnumbered, and while I have no problem kicking Opal’s ass and her friends’ asses, I have a feeling I can’t take Prince Lex and Prince Jacob. Not at the same time anyway. I imagine they’ve both got some sort of warrior training.

“Good morning, Princess Opal,” I say, tipping my head down. “Prince Lex, Prince Jacob… ladies.”

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to stand and curtsy when you’re in the presence of your superiors?” Opal says, kicking me in the leg with her shoe. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it doesn’t feel good.

“Oh, but don’t you recall, sister dear,” Jacob says, pulling her back by her arm. “She’s a princess, too, remember?”

That gets a laugh out of most of them, though when I look at Lex, he’s not laughing. In fact, h