Little Red was a tender young morsel, and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.

Soon, the whole world would be searching for her -Linh Cinder. A deformed cyborg with a missing foot. A Lunar with a stolen identity. A mechanic with no one to run to, nowhere to go. But they will be looking for a ghost.

I don’t see that her being cyborg is relevant.

Little Red was a tender young morsel, and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.

He was the fantasy of every girl in the country. He was so far out of realm, her world, that she should have stopped thinking about him the second the door had closed. Should stop thinking about him immediately. Should never think about him again, except maybe as a client - and her prince. And yet, the memory of his fingers against her skin refused to fade.

I don't want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn't you have some bodyguards or something?" "Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?

She briefly wished she did have some sort of magic so she could shoot a bolt of lightning through his head.