I managed to make it through dinner, which was a multi-course meal of Fae delicacies that I had missed, but which didn't agree with me anymore. I begged off due to exhaustion before dessert, which I hated to miss, but I—and my stomach—couldn't take it anymore. Troubadour acted like we'd already made some sort of agreement, and Lawrence glowered through the whole affair even though he'd ended up seated between two Fae maids who cooed over his physique and strong appearance. I won't lie—I might have had to suppress a couple of growls myself.
I changed into my nightgown, which had transformed itself from a T-shirt and sleep shorts to a sheer, white lace, knee-length nightie and satin robe.
"What in Hades is this?" I asked the older female servant and held up my clothing.
She cackled, showi
