“Landon,” I called before the teenager could dart away again. “I’m getting my latte here because the fae don’t drink coffee—there isn’t any in my new home.”
Landon’s eyes bulged. “Not even a coffee maker?”
I took a sip of my latte and hummed with pleasure at the slightly bitter drink swirled with creamy sweetness. “Not eveninstantcoffee.”
Landon made a gagging noise. “My apologies, my queen! Stop by with your demon horses any time—I can make you my specialty drink. I call it the All Nighter!”
I laughed, and noticed Chase had directed Fax around to the side of the building so he could keep an eye on me.
I waved to him, then almost hit myself with my apple bag when I saw the people blatantly trying to take selfies with him and had to swallow my laughter.
Really, I couldn’t blame the humans.
We supernaturals tried really hard not to publicly invade the human realm much—we wanted them to think we were safe and not a threat.
The downside of that was they didn’t see many vampires, werewolves, or other supernaturals, and they didn’t get to experience fun stuff like petting a sun stallion.
I wish we could change that.
“I’ve got your breakfast sandwiches here, Leila.” Rhonda edged past Landon, passing me a second paper sack. “Are they treating you okay in your Court?”
I juggled my bags and latte. “Probably as good as could be expected.”
Rhonda frowned. “That doesn’t sound encouraging.”
I shrugged. “It’s the fae.”
She pursed her lips slightly and folded her arms across her formidable chest. “Maybe, but you’re you.” She winked. “Give ’em all the trouble you’ve got, girl.”
“I’ll try.”
Rhonda cackled. “You’ll win,” she predicted. “They’ll regret the day they cross their lovely new queen.”
I laughed as I nudged Eclipse into a walk. “Thanks, Rhonda.”
“Of course—and if anyone asks, tell them your favorite café is King’s Court!”
“Naturally!” Eclipse and Solstice picked their way across the parking lot, stopping when I pulled them to a halt just a bit short of Chase and Fax.
“I got you a breakfast sandwich, Chase.” I held the bag up and shook it a little.
“I said I didn’t need anything.” Chase watched a woman who was trying to take his picture and nudged Fax so the sun stallion turned his rear to the lady.
“Yeah, but you’re a werewolf. You’realwayshungry. Plus I was going to feel guilty eating in front of you. Should we head back home?”
“Yes.”
“Um, excuse me?” Surprised, I peered down, where I found two college-aged girls standing on the sidewalk. “Could we take a picture with you?”
I blinked in surprise—I figured they’d want Chase’s picture, but not mine. “Um…sure?”
“Thank you!” The spokesperson for the two turned around and held her phone back as the duo arranged themselves so they were in frame along with Eclipse and me.
“You’re a fae warrior, right?” the second girl eagerly asked.
“Nah, nothing like that,” I said.
“She is Queen Leila of the Night Court,” Chase said.
