Pursued by the Minotaur

Slow-burn steam in the Land Across the Bridge

Francesca
I just started a new job in a world inhabited by minotaurs, witches, orcs, and who knew what else.
Exciting? Maybe, but that wasn't why I was here.
Was I qualified? No. Not even a little.
Did I speak the language? Definitely not.
But I had to make this position work. That, or I was headed home to Austin and my psycho stalker.
With the way my luck was running, I wouldn't last a week in this gig—and that was before I met the massive bull-man a...