Elfed in New York: Intern by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Urban, Alternative History, Action & Adventure, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Lgbtq+, Lesbian
Google: FrZQEAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B09MHB42YB
Goodreads: 59693386
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2021-11-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12 – Rooftop

Tana nudged her head, her plume of hair swishing, revealing the striking red layer below the ebony. I followed her gaze and just about tripped over my own feet as she lead me into... well into a dream, or was this Oz? This first floor of the penthouse suites of the Laun family was incredible. No, incredible would be an insult to the Brobdingnagian, palatial, interior designer's wonderland.

The reception area of the entry would have the grandest mansions or hotels going to therapy for feelings of inadequacy. Polished stone tiles that looked to be inlaid with actual gold had what looked to be hand-woven Persian rugs and runners in all the high traffic areas. Grand sweeping arc staircases headed up to viewing balconies and halls to the rooms beyond. I could see through two open doors at the far end of a corridor, some sort of ballroom.

Artwork of all types adorned the walls, tables, and nooks, and crannies all around. What looked to be priceless paintings, sculptures and tapestries added another layer that screamed old money to me. A low hum told me the upper levels had white noise generators to ensure the privacy of the private rooms above.

She waved off a woman in a maid's uniform who was motoring toward us, and the Elf peeled off through one of the side corridors. She brought me to the stairs, and then paused, calling out softly, “Yasmine? Could you please prepare a light snack and something to drink? Killishia just manifested and needs fuel for her recovery.”

A “Yes Miss Laun,” came from somewhere deep in the first level from the direction the maid had retreated to.

I was about to argue that I wasn't hungry, but my stomach gurgled loudly in protest to my planned protest. She snorted and I instead prompted, “You don't need to feed me.”

She shrugged. “You're going to be wiped out for the next few days. It took me a week before I didn't sleep twelve hours a night. You need lots of calories to replace all you burned and to help all your tissues to recover.”

I furrowed my brow, but she answered my question by acting aloof, waving a hand airily, “I'm your Ráquen until you're processing is finished next week and then I have to make myself available until you've fully assimilated into society since most of the children of hidden Elf families don't have the benefit of being raised in Elven culture.”

Oh, so it was just her duty, not her being nice. Why was that disappointing to me? She chuckled, “Just messin' with you, Killy. We've got a half-hour before sunset. I have something to show you, so what better way to burn some time?”

She led me through a maze of halls on the next floor, a young man, maybe twenty or so stepped out of a room, he was tall and skinny as a rail, looking like a young Evander. I didn't need her introduction to know he was family. “Kent, this is Killishia.

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