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I didn’t care where I laid my head as long as it wasn’t those ungodly woods enclosing the town.
Shoving open the front door and stepping into the humid lobby confirmed my no AC theory. The small man standing behind the counter looked up in confusion as I walked inside.
He obviously didn’t have customers often.
“Can I help you, sir?”
His tiny wire-framed glasses sat crooked on his narrow hooknose. His black blanket of hair was combed over in a sad attempt at covering his age.
I dug a handful of gold coins from my pocket and slapped them down on the table. “I need a room for the night.”
He eyed the coins before scooping them into his hand and into his pocket. “Yes, sir.” He turned and plucked an iron key from behind him. “Your room is 4A. It’s right around the corner. If you need anything, please let me know.”
I didn’t need anything but a good night’s sleep. The key was heavy in my hand, nothing like the cards used on Earth, and it brought me back ages. I stalked from the front room, around the corner, and faced 4A.
The door whined when I opened it, the smell of old wood and watered-down cleaning products wafting outward.
The wood furniture looked older than I was, but the feather-down mattress called my name. There was no decoration but a small mirror above the single-standing sink in the corner.
Sitting down on the edge of the small twin bed, I kicked off my boots and leaned back. My body ached from the long day. I needed to eat, but I didn’t have the energy to go hunt food down in the middle of the night.
I’d find a farmer’s market or bakery in the morning.
I wouldn’t wither away before then.
Groaning, I rolled over to grab my pillow when I noticed someone peeking into my window from the slit in the curtains.
I sat up, watching as the woman stood up straight, tilting her head to the side in an alluring way.
She disappeared from the window. Then I heard her knock slightly on my door.
What in the hell? It was the middle of the night.
Walking over, I opened the door and looked down at the faerie. It didn’t take long to realize what she wanted. The barely there dress covered her ample breasts and hit low enough to cover her underwear.
Her blonde hair was high on her head, and her makeup made her look like a woman of the night, which judging by her audacity and the time of night, I assumed she was.
“Can I help you?”
She smiled softly. Her heart-shaped face was pleasant to the eye, but nothing about her called to me. No woman had called to me since the one I loved was ripped away.
That’d been too long ago to count.
“Are you alone?” she asked in an accent that sounded British.
“Yes,” I said, curling my hand around the edge of the doorframe. “And that’s not going to change. Good night.”
The faerie wedged her tiny foot in the doorjamb, keeping me from shutting it. The moonlight illuminated the pointed tips of her ears, which had turned red in embarrassment.
“Are you sure, sir? I promise you a good time.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the corner of the lot. There was a shadow of what looked like a fae perched against the side of the building.
Bastard.
I watched his slender frame readjust against the building. The blade of the knife in his hand flickered in the moonlight—a silent warning. One that I didn’t care about.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said low enough he couldn’t hear. “You tell me where I can find Deidamia, and I’ll invite you in for a real good time.”
