Tyler headed to his apartment. He’d lived at the Fae Coven since he was eighteen, when he’d gone to work here, and had one of the bigger quarters in the house. It was part of his compensation package. Really, he probably didn’t get paid enough, considering he’d risked his life in the line of duty on more than one occasion, but he couldn’t imagine living any other way.
He entered his living room, which was strewn with the detritus of bachelorhood—jeans slung over the back of his couch, shoes lying by the coffee table. Dishes stacked on the counter in the spacious kitchen tumbled together with cooking equipment.
The kitchen was why he wanted this particular apartment. Earth faes had to cook up their spells and charms. They were a breed apart from the other elements in that way, having no p
