How to Train Your Fae

A powerful fae lord who’s never lived without servants. A human who refuses to be anyone’s maid.Aureniel has never done a chore in his life. Food appears, clothes arrange themselves, baths are drawn. Then he’s banished to the human world—and I’m apparently his only lifeline.He stares down my coffee maker like it’s a riddle. Floods my kitchen with dish soap. Tries to “summon” clean clothes by glaring at my washing machine. He’s proud, completely clueless, and somehow manages to look regal even while hopelessly out of place.Every time I try to help, he acts personally affronted—until he turns my bathroom into a sauna and nearly burns down my apartment making a “thank you” dinner. At this point, I’m giving a centuries-old fae lord a crash course in human basics: microwaves, vacuums, why humans lock bathroom doors.Somewhere between laundry lessons and explaining personal space, the air shifts. Our hands brush, he looks at me like I’m the only magic he can see, and suddenly the lessons get a lot more hands-on—and a lot more complicated.Because once Aureniel learns how to take care of himself, he gets very creative about showing his gratitude. And I’m starting to think the most dangerous thing about having a fae lord in my apartment… is how hard I’m falling for him.