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“He came through the crossroads,” I explained. “He was supposed to meet someone to collect a package on behalf of his sick mother, but that’s as much as he’s willing to tell me. I thought you might be able to get more out of him before he froze to death.”
Sage set aside the axe. “Right. Come inside then. Talking outside won’t help matters.”
Sian observed the exterior of the modest cabin. “This is your home?”
“Yes, I live here with Gran.”
I couldn’t tell whether he was horrified or impressed. I hadn’t been to the fae realm, so I had no idea how their houses stacked up against ours.
“Peppermint tea?” Sage offered, once we were inside. The warmth of the roaring fire reached me within seconds, and I practically melted from comfort.
“Yes, please,” I said.
Sian nodded vaguely, appearing distracted by the contents of the cabin. Every single object seemed to catch his attention.
Sage disappeared into the kitchen.
“This is how you live,” he remarked.
Sage poked her head through the doorway to peer at him. “I can’t decide if that’s an insult.”
He touched a framed photograph of Sage, her mother, and her grandmother that rested on top of a bookshelf. “All fae.”
“Yes, for now.”
I didn’t miss the not-so-subtle hint that Sage had no desire to keep their line pure. It was clear to me that she and West had feelings for each other, although neither one seemed willing to upset their respective families by acting on them.
“Who’s out there?” a grouchy voice scratched.
Sage emerged from the kitchen. “Nothing to worry about, Gran,” she called. “Lorelei stopped by with a new friend.”
“What does she want this time?” Gran asked.
“This time?” I mouthed to Sage. I was hardly Ray’s granddaughter, Alicia. She may not be supernatural, but that kid had a sixth sense for whenever I picked up an extra treat at the store.
“Go back to sleep,” Sage urged.
“Might I have a peppermint tea, too?” Gran’s voice adopted a tender quality.
“Of course.” Sage returned to the kitchen.
Sian sighed. “She is too old.”
“I wouldn’t say that loud enough for Sage to hear.”
Sage reentered the room carrying a tray with four dainty floral cups on saucers. Their feminine design seemed at odds with the feisty fae’s personality. I could see why West was sweet on her. Sage had proven herself to be a fiercely independent and highly competent woman. Takes one to know one.
Sage flopped into a bright yellow chair. “Drink up. The peppermint is fresh from the herb garden.”
Sian didn’t hesitate. He lifted one of the teacups to his lips and let the steam warm his face.
“You don’t get winter in your realm, do you?” I asked.
“It is only ever spring where I live,” Sian confirmed.
Sage reached for a cup and saucer. “Seelie court then.”
“Yes.”
