C.N. Crawford

The Maere of Night

Gave girls a fright,

But one queen loved him well.

He lost his throne

But seeds were sown

In the garden of Adele.

A swindler king,

A golden ring

To keep his heart alive.

Take the ring,

Fell the king,

The city yet will thrive.

“I’m an actress. It takes time to build a career.”
“And talent. And considering how fake that orgasm sounded, I don’t have a lot of hope for you,” I retorted.

“As you wish. Clearly, you have your whole life together beautifully.” His gaze swept down my body again, taking in the grumpy cat sweatshirt. “I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

You look like you hate everyone around you,” he adds.

“Oh, that’s because I do.”