Max?” With elegance and refinement well beyond her years—rather, her months—Little Lady Lexi lifted the delicate china teapot with one hand and held the top on with the other.As the child poured, Nanny Violet surreptitiously refilled the pot with hot Pride of the Port, her personal favorite tea blend. She’d been surprised to find being among humans wasn’t as awful as she’d anticipated. They didn’t have Pride of the Port in the faewood!“Yes, please.” Max grunted out the words. When did the gob ever not grunt?“Milk or lemon?”“Lemon, thank you.”Since coming to Faeview to be little Lady Lexi’s nanny, Violet had changed her opinion of Max the goblin. His gruffness was now endearing to her, his ugliness an unfortunate sorrow. She was no longer in awe—or afraid—of the gob.And every time he came, he brought a present. There was that.This morning it had been delicate little white china plates painted with tiny pastel purple and pink flowers and pale green leaves to match the tea set he’d given Lexi yesterday.
