“That’s a fae thing, right?”
“It’s actually an oddity for the dark fae. I don’t even look like them. My hair is red, and all dark fae have dark brown or black hair.”
He started filling plates and then carried them over to the table. “Both of your parents were dark fae?”
“My mother was. I never knew my father. It would actually make sense that he was light fae. I felt compelled to help them, and I have a lot of characteristics you would find among the light fae. My mother died when I was young. There’s no way for me to find out about my father.”
Vaughn handed her a fork as he slid into his seat. “Maybe if he’s a light fae, we can find him for you. Or the sorcerer can. If you could be reunited, would you live with your father?”
She sampled the cheesy eggs and thought about it. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t really know him, and I’m not certain the light fae would welcome me. While I did try to help them, I wasn’t successful. I would imagine they would have the same reaction to me as you did when we first met.”
“Then they would be wrong,” he said softly.
She smiled a little and ate more of her food. While it was true she’d never had meat before, the bacon on her plate was rather delicious. Tulip felt like she would burst she was so full, but she managed to eat everything on her plate. Vaughn gave her a glass of something orange and she was surprised by the pleasant flavor.
She sat at the table while he cleaned up their dishes and then he lifted her into his arms again to carry her back to the living room. There were definitely worse modes of transportation.
