Bab 13: Chapter 13: Magic Tingles

Avery

Evidently, Fae bathrooms were grand mini-palaces. The one I'd found following Malcolm's directions was the size of a two-bedroom house. Even the bathtub was larger than an Olympic-size pool. How long did it even take to fill the thing up?

I mused about the answer as I fiddled with the chrome faucets. Twelve of them loomed over one side and another twelve on the other side. Where they divided up between cold and hot? Or perhaps one was for soap or something?

The Fae castle was right out of a medieval fairytale, but complete with indoor plumbing. I could get used to this. What was I thinking? I couldn't stay here in Fae country and among my sworn enemy. My mother would weep if she knew I admired anything about these monsters.

My torn dress came undone again, hanging off my shoulder so I retied the damn thing. Walking around in my bra and underwear wasn't an option with two gorgeous Fae who made me want to rub my body all over them rather than gut them.