He’d been totally justified in standing up for me, but it had cost him. “Are they coming in?”
Caelan nodded. “Rowan is coming in late tomorrow. Soren is due in the morning.”
I clicked my tongue. “He didn’t tell me he was coming!”
Everyone knew I had a soft spot for the handsome Lord. Rowan’s powers were similar to mine, and we’d clicked over our shared love of all things plant. He’d given me some wonderful cuttings of apple trees and gorgeous flowers, and I’d gifted him with a few things he’d never seen before. There was a long-standing invite for me to visit his property, but I hadn’t yet taken him up on it because of everything I had going on here.
“He wanted it to be a surprise.” The growl in his voice made me smile.
I eyed him. “Don’t be jealous. You know Rowan and I are only friends.”
“That’s because of the boundaries you’ve set. If you gave Rowan an opening, he’d drive a semi right through it.”
I wasn’t so sure of that. There was something between us, but it wasn’t the roaring bonfire Caelan and I had. “I hope he brings me more cuttings.”
Caelan snorted. “I’m sure the pretty Lord will bring lots of gifts for you.”
I grinned before remembering why I’d come tonight. “We had an unexpected visitor today.”
His eyebrows rose. “Oh? Do I want to know?”
“I’m not sure. Back when Rhona and Finn and my mother showed up on your property, you remember the amount of magic flying around?”
Caelan grimaced. “How could I forget?”
“Some of that magic hit Moira and has coalesced in unusual ways.”
His attention sharpened. “What kind of unusual ways?”
I rubbed a hand over my face. “A portal opened up in my shop and a fae fell through the roof.”
Caelan blinked like an owl. “I’m sorry. What?”
In a world of magic and shifters and Chimeras, I dealt with unusual things every single day. But the portal was an unusual occurrence. Topped off with Moira being able to flick a wrist and boom, naked fae dude getting yoinked through space was a little bit unbelievable in the scheme of things.
“Do you need a moment to form a picture in your brain?”
Caelan tweaked my toe and snorted. “Sometimes these words come out of your mouth that shouldn’t make sense, and yet, I do not doubt that your strange vampire friend summoned a fae who fell through a portal in your shop.”
“I bet I could kick total ass if we ever decided to play two truths and a lie,” I said off-handedly.
Caelan let out a long breath. “No doubt. Who was he?”
“Said his name was Lou.”
“Lou?’ he repeated. “Like an Italian Lou?”
“He didn’t look Italian. He was very pretty and had fae magic clinging to him.”
Caelan’s eyes narrowed. “Pretty?”
I waved a hand. “Pretty in the way that all the fae are. Too perfect.”
“Go on.” A ring of gold shone through Caelan’s irises.
“He asked to stay for five days.”
“This just gets better and better,” he muttered. “Did you tell him he was required to check in?”
