Afterword
FRENCH’S FURY
Selina “French” Yazzie
As the secretary for the Royal Harlots, I don’t miss anything. Which is why Allura appointed me to this position when we first came to L.A. a couple of years ago. My attention to detail is on point, and my photographic memory gives me an advantage others don’t have.
I’m a contradiction in chrome and diamonds. Dark hair cut short, mahogany eyes sharp enough to cut. My name came from the night I sent a man to the hospital wearing a pair of French heels. Now I’ve got custom riding boots with diamond-studded heels and no patience for liars.
And when the past I buried in the desert starts clawing its way to the present, I’ll have to decide. How much of myself am I willing to lose to keep the Royal Harlots’ secrets safe?