Chapter 11
“You girls going on a bender?” Ewan asked, disapproval in his gaze as he scanned the array of glasses and bottles on the table.
Ewan looked twenty five, but he was actually thirty four, a full fifteen years older than Amber, and sometimes he acted like it. Her Uncle Mitch, who happened to be their boss, had made sure Ewan didn’t take his tolerance for granted. Even though age differences didn’t mean much among the fae, since everyone aged much more slowly than your average human once they hit their early twenties, Amber had only been with the Guard for a little over a year. Dating within the Guard was discouraged, and Mitch had made it clear that if anything ever happened to Amber it would be considered Ewan’s fault.
“Oh, sweetie, never. I got these for you guys.” She used he
