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away the hurt. Then I turned to glare at my attacker.
    “RJ?” I whispered to my former best friend.
    He stood over me, his fists clenched, his face red. A lock of black hair fell rakishly over one of his hate-filled eyes. Not a new look for my one-time villainous friend. “Get up,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
    I wiped a trail of blood from my split cheek and grinned. “Are you going to punch me again?”
    “Of course.”
    “No thank you, then.” I crawled to a sitting position, adjusting my cap lower on my face. “I think I’ll stay right here.”
    His boot lashed out, catching me under the chin. My head snapped back, sending my baseball hat flying. Tiny princesses circled my vision. I scrunched my eyes shut and quickly opened them. The princesses vanished.
    “Get up, you wuss,” RJ repeated with less violence. “People are staring.”
    My eyes narrowed. Since when did the infamous villain Rumple Stiltskin (only taller) care what other people thought? After all, he’d made a name for himself beating up hapless princes like myself. “Your new bride has made you soft,” I said, slowly rising to my feet.
    “Don’t even think about my wife.” His glower grew darker, and for the first time, real rage entered his expression.
    I swallowed hard. “Guess you still hold a grudge?”
    “You think?”
    “I did you a favor, you know.”
    “You slept with my wife,” he yelled.
    I poked him in the chest. “I did not!”
    “Yeah, you did.” He grabbed my finger and twisted. “In my bed.”
    “Oh.” I grinned, pulling away from his death grip. “You mean your former wife, Natasha. Not your current one.”
    In truth, I had slept with Natasha, in RJ’s very own bed. To be fair, Natasha was smoking hot. She was also evil, which added a certain appeal. For a few days I even thought she might be the One until she absconded with half my coffer and my cobbler.
    Good pie was so hard to find.
    “You were my best friend and you betrayed me,” RJ said. “That’s not something I can simply forget.”
    “I did you a favor by taking Natasha,” I paused to grin, “off your hands.” RJ hoisted his fist, and I quickly added, “If it wasn’t for me, you’d never have met Asia,” referring to his new bride, RJ’s perfect match in every villainous way.
    RJ glared. “Don’t even think about Asia. If you so much as smile at her, I will break your stringy frog legs.”
    Hurt whipped through me. RJ knew better than anyone how his threat affected me. Not the fear for my physical well-being. No. I’d had my ass kicked plenty of times by better, bigger villains. But to mention my slightly bowed and green former legs, how dare he? We used to be like brothers, damn it.
    Half brothers at least.
    Close cousins at best.
    Before considering the consequences of my drunken actions, I lunged at him, knocking him back against the video porker machine. He stumbled under my weight, but righted himself quick enough, too quick actually since I was in mid-lunge, flying through the air toward the floor with amazing velocity.
    RJ grabbed me just before my nose smashed into the ground. He hefted me up and threw me onto my bar stool, but not before, he tossed two jabs into my kidney. Much-deserved jabs.
    After all, I had done his wife. Froggy style.
    “I’m sorry about Natasha,” I said once the pain from his kidney punch subsided. “I really was doing you a favor.”
    “I know.”
    “She was evil.”
    “Yeah.” His lips curved into a wicked smile. “It really was her best quality.”
    “To Natasha.” I hoisted my half-empty whiskey glass.
    RJ snatched my drink from my hand. “May she roast in hell.”
    The grin quickly left his face when a woman in red leather grabbed my drink from him and downed it in one gulp. “I’ll drink to that,” she said with a princess-like belch.
    RJ shot me a glare that said “Don’t even think about her.” “Hello, pumpkin,” he whispered to his new bride. “I missed