all, there weren't many beings that could take on an adult Kyn Warrior and live to brag about it. But the note had been written in High Fae, not something you'd expect your average Vampire to read.
Hell, she couldn't read it and thanks to her Pixie side, she had Fae blood!
She turned the corner and headed down the stairs. The place was like a damn rabbit warren!! Then there was the fact they hit her sister's apartment rather than Feral's. It was rare for Pixies, even as arrogant as they were, to break in like that. With brute force rather than employing glamour, and Feral had said they'd been expecting a human and a woman, not a Kyn.
Realisation hit her and she smacked her palm into her forehead. She was obviously far more tired than she thought. The baby had been left on Feral's doorstep by mistake. All the doors looked alike in that block, it would have been quite easy to get them mixed up if you had never been there before and you were in a hurry.
She reached their corridor, doing a quick, automatic check on the numbered plaque on the wall. Last thing she wanted to do was walk into someone else's room! She passed her excitement level by nine o'clock this evening. All she wanted to do now was relax and get some sleep.
Oh well, the intrigue would all be over tomorrow. In the afternoon Jane was taking them to the Fae Court so they could get Spud back to his parents, or at the very least to the Morrigan who was bound to know who his parents were.
She nibbled her lip as she walked. The poor things must be going out of their minds with worry and she didn't like the idea that she was contributing to their distress. She didn't know them but she was sure any parent whose child was missing must be going through hell, wondering where their baby was... whether they were okay, who had them, whether they were being looked after, fed enough, kept warm enough... the list went on.
She'd been all for going to the Courts straight away, getting the baby back as soon as possible. Until Jane pointed out that Fae, especially temperamental ones like Mab and the Morrigan, were not people you knocked up out of their beds nor did they need Feral ending up as crispy critter. Reluctantly she conceded that Jane had a point, agreeing to get some sleep so they could leave as soon as the sun faded.
She reached the door to their room, opened it easily. Her lips quirked in a smile as she remembered Feral's earlier grumbling. Honestly, all it took was a light touch, not going at it like a bull at a gate. She pushed the door open and slipped in on silent feet. It closed behind her with softest click. Her eyes flew to the inhabitants of the room to make sure she hadn't woken them. She knew only too well how grouchy babies could be if they were woken before they were ready.
Her eyes fell on the bed and she smiled, all but melted inside. Stretched out full length across the bed was the large form of her Vampire Warrior, and curled up trustingly on the broad expanse of his chest was Spud, his pink hair a bright halo against the darkness of Feral's skin. She itched to rush over to her bag and grab her phone. She so needed to take a picture of this, it was just too cute for words; big, scary looking thug but so gentle with the baby he was cradling.
But then her attention was diverted by the lean form of the man himself. Shirtless again. He seemed to have real issues keeping a shirt on for any length of time, he just wore jeans. Jeans that clung to his lean hips and powerful thighs, the top button undone revealing the slight vee of hair that disappeared under the denim. Oh my god, he was commando under there!
She swallowed convulsively. There wasn't a spare ounce of fat on him, he was all hard muscle and satin skin. And even relaxed as he was, that charisma shrouded by sleep, she was still fascinated; still felt that pull towards him she had earlier. The desire to run her hands over those ripped muscles. Explore that scar she could just see on his abdomen
Hell, she couldn't read it and thanks to her Pixie side, she had Fae blood!
She turned the corner and headed down the stairs. The place was like a damn rabbit warren!! Then there was the fact they hit her sister's apartment rather than Feral's. It was rare for Pixies, even as arrogant as they were, to break in like that. With brute force rather than employing glamour, and Feral had said they'd been expecting a human and a woman, not a Kyn.
Realisation hit her and she smacked her palm into her forehead. She was obviously far more tired than she thought. The baby had been left on Feral's doorstep by mistake. All the doors looked alike in that block, it would have been quite easy to get them mixed up if you had never been there before and you were in a hurry.
She reached their corridor, doing a quick, automatic check on the numbered plaque on the wall. Last thing she wanted to do was walk into someone else's room! She passed her excitement level by nine o'clock this evening. All she wanted to do now was relax and get some sleep.
Oh well, the intrigue would all be over tomorrow. In the afternoon Jane was taking them to the Fae Court so they could get Spud back to his parents, or at the very least to the Morrigan who was bound to know who his parents were.
She nibbled her lip as she walked. The poor things must be going out of their minds with worry and she didn't like the idea that she was contributing to their distress. She didn't know them but she was sure any parent whose child was missing must be going through hell, wondering where their baby was... whether they were okay, who had them, whether they were being looked after, fed enough, kept warm enough... the list went on.
She'd been all for going to the Courts straight away, getting the baby back as soon as possible. Until Jane pointed out that Fae, especially temperamental ones like Mab and the Morrigan, were not people you knocked up out of their beds nor did they need Feral ending up as crispy critter. Reluctantly she conceded that Jane had a point, agreeing to get some sleep so they could leave as soon as the sun faded.
She reached the door to their room, opened it easily. Her lips quirked in a smile as she remembered Feral's earlier grumbling. Honestly, all it took was a light touch, not going at it like a bull at a gate. She pushed the door open and slipped in on silent feet. It closed behind her with softest click. Her eyes flew to the inhabitants of the room to make sure she hadn't woken them. She knew only too well how grouchy babies could be if they were woken before they were ready.
Her eyes fell on the bed and she smiled, all but melted inside. Stretched out full length across the bed was the large form of her Vampire Warrior, and curled up trustingly on the broad expanse of his chest was Spud, his pink hair a bright halo against the darkness of Feral's skin. She itched to rush over to her bag and grab her phone. She so needed to take a picture of this, it was just too cute for words; big, scary looking thug but so gentle with the baby he was cradling.
But then her attention was diverted by the lean form of the man himself. Shirtless again. He seemed to have real issues keeping a shirt on for any length of time, he just wore jeans. Jeans that clung to his lean hips and powerful thighs, the top button undone revealing the slight vee of hair that disappeared under the denim. Oh my god, he was commando under there!
She swallowed convulsively. There wasn't a spare ounce of fat on him, he was all hard muscle and satin skin. And even relaxed as he was, that charisma shrouded by sleep, she was still fascinated; still felt that pull towards him she had earlier. The desire to run her hands over those ripped muscles. Explore that scar she could just see on his abdomen
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