Nothing happened. Well, Astrid blacked out and woke up in a strange bed, which is not how she thought her twenty-ninth birthday celebration would go. She does not usually get that drunk. She's in the bed of an orc professor, who says he slept on the couch and that they didn't so much as kiss. She kind of wishes they would have. Look at him. Look at his arms-hulking arms encased in tweed, his powerful body barely contained by his...