THAT DAY FLOWED BY on a wave of happiness and s*x, and so did the next.
Nyeer had said we’d go straight to finding Fiore and Calico once he determined how good my training skills were. But it became obvious pretty quickly that I wouldn’t survive a fight with a Fae.
Not in hand-to-hand combat. So Nyeer said he’d teach me.
And teach me, he did.
In the bedroom, in the shower.
Occasionally in the actual training room.
And around all the s*x, I did actually learn a lot.
We researched in the library together, where I read up on the history of the Fae, spanning back thousands of years.
“How old are you, Nyeer?” I asked as we sat in a big sofa in the library, not unlike my barrel chair in the library.
“How old do I look?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I assessed him slowly, taking my tim
