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ponytail. They both had purple light emanating from them. I couldn’t quite discern the scent; it was close to the spicy earth smell of sandalwood.
     
    On the other side of the blonde was a petite woman, maybe in her twenties, with neon pink hair. She wore a black bustier, miniskirt, and thigh-high stockings. Her vinyl shoes were the same shocking pink as her hair. Whoa. Her eyes were pink, too. No surprise; her aura was sparkly pink and it smelled like cotton candy. She looked me over and found me boring.
     
    Patrick, who wasn’t exactly my friend to begin with, left me stumbling in his wake. He stopped short of the small gathering and jerked his head toward the blonde. Oh. The queen.
     
    I attempted to curtsy, but my legs buckled and I dropped to my knees. I wasn’t sure where to put my gaze. Hadn’t I read you weren’t supposed to look royalty in the eyes?
     
    “Greetings, most royal . . .” Crap. What came next? “Wait. I’ll get it. Uh . . . your most royal grand poot-n-toot. I mean, impotent.” I sucked in a breath. After all I’d survived since arriving in Broken Heart, I was gonna die at the hands of a queen who demanded verbal tribute. “Your most royal grand potato head.”
     
    Silence was thick. My heart pounded and my whole body felt clammy. I looked up and saw Patsy’s mouth open. Cut off her head, she’d scream manically.
     
    “Potentate!” I yelled. “Your most magnificent royal grand on high potentate!”
     
    Everyone burst out laughing.
     
    What the hell was going on?
     
    “Get up, honey,” said the queen. “Patrick, you are such an asshole. You scared the crap out of her.”
     
    I got up, feeling light-headed. Relief poured through me, but underneath squirmed embarrassment. I glared at an unrepentant Patrick.
     
    The pink-haired woman grinned. “You looked like you pissed yourself.”
     
    I couldn’t formulate a response to that comment.
     
    “Don’t worry,” she went on. “I’m all for a little vengeance.”
     
    She flicked her fingers at Patrick’s head. His beautiful, dark hair turned neon green.
     
    “Zee!” yelled the blonde.
     
    Zee laughed as she scurried out of the room.
     
    I gaped at Patrick. “What—”
     
    “She’s a fairy.”
     
    “Oh.” A fairy. Why the hell not? I sidled a look at Patrick’s hair.
     
    He sighed. “What does it look like this time?”
     
    “Um . . . like Las Vegas threw up.”
     
    The blonde laughed. She looked me over, her expression friendly and curious. The man also studied me, his eyes an odd golden color. His nostrils flared almost as if he were scenting me. He didn’t look quite as friendly.
     
    She held out her hand and I shook it.
     
    “I’m Patsy. And this is my husband, Gabriel.”
     
    “Libby Monroe.”
     
    Her husband didn’t offer his hand, which was fine with me. I had no plans to get chummy with anyone except Ralph. Wait. No. Not even Ralph. Lick-alicious or not, he was still a vampire—one who could shoot fire from his hands. I don’t even know how that was possible. Vampires weren’t really my specialty. I was more a Bigfoot, Swamp Thing, Moth Man kind of girl. Maybe I should’ve read Mom’s books. God knows she’d published enough of them.
     
    Patsy turned to Patrick. “I feel weird about taking over the mansion.”
     
    “This place is the largest in town . . . fit for a queen,” said Patrick, smiling. “Living in the house on
Sanderson Street
is a better fit for us. The Wiccans cleansed the whole house—which Jessica is now redecorating.”
     
    Patsy’s eyebrows rose. “Why don’t we go sit down?”
     
    “But I was already sitting down,” I whined. I was so frazzled, damn it. I pointed at Patrick, like he was an errant older brother. “He made me come up here.”
     
    “You’re a poot, Patrick.” Patsy laughed. “Stan’s bringing over Ralph. He checked out okay.” She wagged her finger at Patrick. “Take the girl down the easy way. We’ll meet you in the living