“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her Headcase seemed to finally stop her raging and paid attention to the shock that reverberated through her host. “Puss?”
In Boots.
“Seriously?”
That’s his name. Oh. Okay.
“And Charming?”
The Prince himself. There was a ripple of irritation at that admission and something else. Tess would have almost called it… But even as she was about to think on the word her Headcase gave her a slash of anger. Touchy.
“So who’s the chick?”
Cinderella, most likely. Right. Shoes! But there was a feeling there, something about the way her little hitchhiking voice seemed to talk about these people. Like she knew them.
“Wait. Who the hell are you?” The Headcase seemed surprised at the question and Tess had a notion that she might already know who, from the way that queen talked.