DROP FORTY-FOUR
Gorgon looked prettier than ever, dressed in a Lana Choo dress that cost as much as a small apartment in Athens, and dolled up with professional bridal make-up. Her spine was still crooked, and she knew she still looked like a disfigured witch, but a pretty one at least.
One of the girls brought her some champagne, and she wolfed it down.
It was time for her reward.
The mansion was packed, more than twenty girls huddled together and spoke in whispers. Mostly about her. She could see their jealous glances and their spiteful twitches of their snouts.
Leontarius finally walked in the room. All eyes went on him, hungry, feral eyes. His entire pride, all two teams and a couple of stragglers he kept around for fun. He too was in his finest suit, his mane flowing as he moved
