Smirking, he winks and says, “Don’t blame me, honey cheeks. You were the one that brought me here and then promptly passed out in my arms. From the local news on your TV, I gather that here is somewhere in eastern Kentucky, which is quite the distance from Tarron’s Tavern, I might add. So… I decided to make myself comfortable while you slept it off. Seeing how you are my ride out of here. So, that was your first time drinking faerie wine? And how do you know my king?”
Stunned, I douse my fire, the one in my hand is easy, the one burning inside me not so much. Holstering my blade, I reply barely above a whisper, “Something like that. Why did you make me breakfast? I really must have ruined your evening. The night was still very young. Did you say your king?” All my questions come tumbling out of my mouth in a rush.
He shrugs his amazing shoulders and turns back to the breakfast that he has so diligently been working on, and says, “Who says I made breakfast for you?”
What the hell? I glare at his broad back and march into the room, “My house, my food.” I declare, my hangover making me testy.
He laughs, “Don’t get your panties all twisted up, I’m just teasing, honey cheeks. Come on over here and get something to eat. You’re looking a bit under the weather. Most grown men can’t handle a thimble full of faerie wine, yet I believe that you drank a whole glass. I may have to say something to my king the next time I see him.” I watch as he plates bacon, eggs, and French toast and slides it my way across the granite counter of the island, along with maple syrup and a tall glass of milk that I eye suspiciously. I’ll save that for later. Coffee is what I’m really craving.
Pinning him with a look, “So, I may have brought you here by accident, but if I remember correctly, you were the one wrapping your arms around a complete stranger from behind. As far as I’m concerned you could have gotten a lot worse than being traced halfway around the planet. You still need to tell me who you are. I can’t figure out your breed. It escapes me. You must be dark fae if you refer to Tarron as your king.” I shovel several forks of amazing food into my mouth and mumble, “This is so good. I didn’t have anything to eat last night. Thank you.”
He smiles a dazzling smile and I feel my defensive walls begin to melt and his reply is quick, “Well, forgive me, princess, for coming to your aid. It looked as though you were going to face plant the way you were swaying on your feet. I’m Daxell by the way, but my friends call me Dax, and you are?”
“LJ, but my family calls me Lillie Joanna. To answer your question, yes, it was my first time drinking faerie wine.” I continue to feed my face as I regard the handsome man in my kitchen. He must have at least five or more years on me, he’s no kid, but rather all man. Comfortable in the fact that he’s only half-dressed and sporting an intricate tribal tattoo that spans his upper left pec, it travels across his broad shoulder and down his muscular arm to taper off just above his wrist.
“If Tarron is truly your uncle, why would he give you such a healthy portion of majically infused wine? To be honest, I’m surprised that you are even awake and walking. How are you feeling?”
“My head is thumping to a tempo I don’t recognize, but my system will quickly burn through any residual effects soon enough, now that I’m eating and awake. I have healing majic that I can tap into, but I think I’ll punish myself for a little while longer, so I’ll remember to not make that mistake again.” I get up and grab a couple of ice cubes out of the refrigerator and plop them into the milk. Just because I’m super thirsty, I grab another glass and fill it with iced water and down half the glass before filling it again and returning to my seat. Coffee will have to wait. It doesn’t appear as though he has brewed any. Turning back to Daxell, I ask, “Can I get you anything while I’m up?”
He slides his plate back across the island and asks politely, “Another helping of everything?” It does not escape my notice that his hooded eyes are taking all of me in and once again, an undeniable heat flares to life within me.
I fill both of our plates again and slide into place beside him and make quick work of the rest of my breakfast. We eat in companionable silence, before I break it, needing to know more about this sexy as sin stranger who was a complete and utter gentleman last night. Filling full, I push my plate away and stand to start the clean-up, all the while I’m gently pushing healing majic to the areas most affected by the faerie wine, like my pounding head. Slowly, I begin to feel better, my head starts to feel clear of all the cobwebs, and I sigh, turning back to Daxell, I say, “So out with it. You have avoided my questions so far, but you should know, I won’t let you off so easily.”
He grins a wicked grin, “You have also piqued my interest. I’ll answer you a question for a question. Deal, honey cheeks?”
Sighing, “Okay… I agree, but I go first. What kind of dark fae are you?”
His teasing turns serious, and he looks
