“You don’t have a boyfriend? You?” Anna was surprised that someone who looked like Seireadan didn’t have a suitor. By human standards, all Fae tended to be beautiful and alluring, and Seireadan was no exception to that rule.
As Seireadan jogged down the steps at Independence Wharf, she ran past a Fae man in dark pants and a badly wrinkled shirt. The clothes were too nice, and too rumpled, for so early on a Sunday morning. That plus the disheveled hair, sunglasses, and air of arrogant satisfaction told her he was heading home after a fling. Despite that, she still caught her breath slightly. He’s… magnificent.
Very interesting thought.
Hmmm. I will think on this as well.
hot breakfast and an even hotter shower.
Ouch. Not sure about that here -- too much implication that he is like a vampire? But I’ll think on it. Thanks.
This is a regular table for Aohdan and his crew, so between being a regular at Underworld and reputation in the town, quite a few people recognize him.
