Bill surely couldn't complain about her lack of eating now. She licked her fingers, setting down yet another rib. She wiped her hands, feeling full and hardly making a dent on the food. She chuckled. Tia would be the death of her someday.
She took a moment to look around. She'd just tossed a few clothes on a plush armchair, mostly her work clothes from the previous day. After working on her house, her car and her talk with Quinn she was exhausted.
She had overhead from the guards that Bill was home, but was tied up with Jessica. She wouldn't disturb him. He seemed so...lost lately, like he had so much on his mind he wasn't being himself. Maybe later in the night she'd bring him her latest blend of royal, a special concoction of fae and pure human that surely would help put him in a good mood.