THE INNER DOOR SWUNG open before we reached it, and I saw one of the other faeries who had been at Teg’s with Lukas Rand. His eyes were lit with curiosity as he watched us approach, but he said nothing. He merely stepped back to allow us entry.
Faolin pushed me through the door. I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but it was not the large, inviting living area. I saw a massive gas fireplace, brick walls, brown leather couches, and a large window overlooking a patio and the garden I’d suspected was behind the wall. An island separated the kitchen from the rest of the room, which had a distinctly masculine feel to it, and a flight of stairs led to the second floor.
My mind couldn’t process having so much space. You could probably fit our entire apartment in just this room.
Faolin shoved
