She glanced out the doors, seeing the mountains in the distance. “So, you live here, but who owns this place?”
“Technically, it belongs to a company we set up.”
Turning to face him, she realized he was a couple of steps lower, their height distance not so dramatic like this. “Soyouown it?”
His gaze shifted away. “I actually don’t exist, Penelope. Not in your human world, anyway.”
“That makes sense. Probably not easy to categorize angels on birth certificates, huh?”
His attention returned to her, his eyes once more covered by his sunglasses. “I know you have questions, Penelope.”
Oh, she definitely did. Far more than she knew what to do with.
Obsidian cupped her face as he leaned toward her, pressed his lips to hers. The kiss went from zero to outer space in a matter of milliseconds. She gripped his biceps, her hunger for him blazing anew. It had been intensifying with every passing second since they’d left the hotel room, but now it was as though someone had hit the switch, turning her into an inferno of need.
Had it not been for someone clearing their throat, perhaps Penelope would’ve let Obsidian take her right there in the sunroom.
She pulled away from Obsidian, then shrieked when her gaze landed on perhaps the most beautiful woman in the known universe standing just a little too close for comfort. She was so striking, she appeared almost imaginary.
“Acadia,” Obsidian greeted kindly. “Meet Penelope. Penelope, this is Acadia, one of the Fae.”
Acadia curtsied before her, an archaic form of greeting that she made appear as natural as breathing.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my queen.”
Even her voice was otherworldly.
“The formalities aren’t necessary,” Obsidian told her. “Where’s Zeus and Aphrodite?”
Acadia peered around as though she expected them to be behind her. “No idea. But I can find them for you.”
“Please.”
Acadia stood tall, her amethyst eyes meeting Penelope’s briefly before turning to Obsidian. “May I prepare the feast now?”
Obsidian cleared his throat. “Not yet. Find Asmia and Taayin. Have them meet us in the library in ten minutes. Reidar’s not far behind.”
“Of course.” Acadia looked back at her briefly, then vanished.
Penelope inhaled sharply, taking a step back. “I think warnings should come with that move.”
Obsidian laughed. “I’ll be sure to let them know.”
Hesitantly, she turned her eyes on him. “Is she the Fae you feed from?”
“She is,” he admitted, though he seemed to be waiting for her reaction.
It took effort, but she managed to keep her expression passive, even as she acknowledged there was no way she could watch that. That woman, fairy, whatever, made her look like…
“It’s not like that, Penelope,” Obsidian stated, his voice low, insistent, as though he’d read her mind. Then again, he probably had.
“Yeah, well, try telling that to my insecurity,” she muttered, hating that she was jealous, but she pushed it down because it wasn’t important. “What else do they do?” she asked, proud her voice remained level. “Cook? Clean?”
“No. That’s what theheurospare here for. They manage the house. The Fae are here to serve thefiestreighonly.”
Oh, God. That didn’t sound good. “Serve? That doesn’t sound like they’re only a blood source.”
Obsidian looked away. “It’s a give-and-take. They also tend to thefiestreigh’ssexual needs. The Fae feed on emotions—”
