Riley was a witch. That probably made Grant a fairy godmother and the Abasi woman a chimaera that ruled all of them.
Bach lied back on the couch again. "Some pho, please. Spicy crabcakes at the side."

And he thought he had been blasé about encountering crazy women. The thing that bothered him most was that she had hurt his singing. He loved to produce and now it was tainted by a nasty experience. Fucking snake.

"Do you have Japanese beer, while you're at it?" The rash would fade, she'd get bored. He'd make it up with Cinderella as soon as he was home again.