Her hand was frozen midway between the bag of chips and her open mouth. She blinked, once, twice, and then was broken from her stunned silence by a low rumbling overhead. "What is that?"
"We're below the main subway lines."
This seemed to calm her. The chip continued its way to her mouth.
crunching made my stomach growl but I continued with my explanation.
"Cyrus is one of the remaining Underground Princes. There were a dozen
originally, but I only know of seven of us now."
Mouth full of half chewed chip. "Us? You're one of them?" She backed away, taking the bag of chips with her.
"Yes I am," I shrugged as I took a seat on the ground next to my cart.
She stopped her retreat and eyed me cautiously. "So I'm some kind of trophy to you guys now?" She asked.
I had been afraid it would come to this. I sighed, "No, most of us are content with the way things are."
"What do you mean, 'the way things are'?"
don't know," I admitted. "We're not really sure what would happen if
one of us were to take a bride. We've heard the stories..."
"But what do the stories say?" She interrupted me, but her question went unanswered.
A bright flash of light left us both seeing spots, and once our vision had finally cleared, we were no longer alone.