The dark faerie sat at the end of the table, swirling a glass of wine in his hand as he regarded everyone down the long stone dining table. A large festooned fireplace blazed with a healthy fire behind him, sending ominous shadows and heating the already sweltering space.
While Tate wiped some of the beaded sweat off his brow, focusing on cutting into the meat on his plate, he wondered why the guy had a fire blazing when it felt like an Arizona summer inside this place. Even when they were outside for a short time after they arrived here, it felt like a sauna. The guy did say he’s been here for over a millennia, and maybe he was just used to sweat running down his balls?
Nevertheless, as he sat literally dripping buckets, it had convinced him Hell got its bad rap because there was simpl
