The Fey Hotel (Enchanted with the Enemy Standalone Series) by Vermilion Baine

Author:Vermilion Baine [Baine, Vermilion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vermilion H Baine
Published: 2024-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

It was only a cocktail party. Granted, it was a last-minute one. Avalon found herself running all over the inn, setting up chairs and throwing on tablecloths where she could.

The party was being contained to the garden around the feyrie mound. Which, with the fall weather, had confused Avalon until Lyra explained that once the Seelie arrived, it would be more than warm enough.

Avalon moved from station to station around the circular garden; advising the bartending staff to limit drinks to a few signature cocktails to streamline the process, helping Lyra prep the hors d’oeuvres, and replacing a few of the strings of twinkling lights that had burnt out. She had barely noticed she was beginning to feel dizzy until Elden caught her arm, halting her spin-cycle.

“You need to slow down.” He guided her to one of the ready tables and urged her to take a seat. “You’re fighting through some strong painkillers, and you don’t need to overexert yourself.”

“You and Lyra are the ones that decided to throw a party with no preparation,” Avalon scoffed, but did as he requested. Her head was foggy and now that she was resting, it was even harder to ignore.

“I apologize for that. I admit that I am grossly unaware of the effort that goes into event planning. Or running an inn.” His eyes kept drifting to the mound—now that Avalon was fey, she could see what the mound really was. Before she had seen a small utility closet door. Now the feyrie entrance revealed a large, iron circular gate that was set in the hillside. Black vines twisted throughout the bars, so thick it was impossible to see through them. On the vines grew dark blue flowers that were beginning to open as night crept closer. Elden returned his attention to her. “I wish you could manage all of this. I’d gladly give you the reins and stick to being the feyrie mound’s warden and nothing else.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, give me that mansion of yours, and it’s a deal.”

Elden leaned forward; his brow drawn together. “Truly? You can have it. Just know there is a dog door in the kitchen, and Hob will enter as he pleases—Oh.” He sat back, posture tightening. “You were kidding.”

“I thought you were kidding! And Elden, that’s a terrible bargain. What’s gotten into you?” Avalon protested. “Do you really want me hanging around here for the foreseeable future? I can try to look ahead, but I’m sure we’ll be at each other’s throats before Christmas.” Not that the holiday would mean a thing to a fey.

Her concerns didn’t faze him at all. “I’m sure I’ll deserve whatever you throw at me. Still,” Elden continued, momentarily squeezing the hand she had rested on the table. “Think on it.”

The man was certifiable. “I’ll never convince Odele.” It had to be said. She needed to set him straight and forget this nonsense. “This morning she called you a pile of shit even a dung beetle would pass on.”

“Yes. It’s hard to forget something like that.

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