The voice startled me, but I snapped into Fae mode—don"t show weakness.
don"t show weakness.I carefully placed my teacup on its saucer, set the saucer on the tea cart, turned the plate so the handle of my cup would match the angle of the others, and stood. I could almost feel the creature behind me quivering with impatience and uncertainty.
Finally, I turned and smoothed my skirt. A middle-aged Fae with a gray streak in her chin-length ebony bob emerged from the shadows. She wore a black catsuit, and that along with her dark brown eyes and ruby red lips matched the descriptions that Rhys and Lawrence had given me of the dark Fae Crown Princess Desdemona. The question was, would she turn out to be as big of a b***h as my mother?
"You missed tea."
She smiled, but her gaze twitched to the
