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Nav smiled his thanks. Belak glanced at me and nodded, but otherwise averted his gaze as they headed through the kitchen to the basement. The conversation previously muffled by the windows drifted up as they worked downstairs.

“Three fingers after her second orgasm is promising,” Belak said. “I heard some females need a full day of mouth orgasms before they can accept our cocks.”

I covered my mouth to smother my laugh and hide my embarrassment. Why would Nav tell him that? The thought barely formed when I remembered Belak had seen how many fingers were inside me.

“Arena is perfect,” Nav said, melting me a little. The awe-that’s-so-sweet feeling turned into mental cringing when he added, “Her pussy wanted more, but her heart is still unsure.”

Belak’s sigh was loud enough that I heard it upstairs.

“It is easy to be jealous of human males,” he said. “Their females prefer their smaller cocks and lack of desperation. They will give males their bodies even if they do not give their hearts.”

“It’s not human cocks females prefer,” Nav said. “It’s familiarity. They know what to expect from human males.”

Belak snorted. “Disinterest? Neglect? Selfishness?”

I cringed at how accurately he’d described my past relationships.

“Not all human males are like that,” Nav said. “Garrett, Ryan, Dad, and Matt are good males. And only Dad has a female.”

Belak’s answering grunt sounded like an acknowledgment, making me insanely curious about who the men they named were. So far, the pair had only talked about females.

“Why can't females see that we can give them more? Do you think Arena will ask for your fingers again tonight?” Belak asked.

I shifted in my seat.

“No. Seeing you scared her. I don’t think she will welcome my touches until she is certain I do not want to share her.”

His tone was a mix of sadness and pity and had me wondering what he would do if I suddenly asked for an encore of this morning’s performance…minus the peeping fey.

Keeping half my attention on their conversation, I studied the map in front of me. It was a section of Superior’s shoreline, showing the Apostle Islands, Ashland, and the land in between. How long would it take one of the fey to reach the islands if they ran from here? I wasn’t sure. But based on how fast they’d disappeared today, it was a lot faster than a human. And once they reached the shoreline, could they swim that distance in the open waters? Again, I wasn’t sure.

Did that mean the islanders would be safe if I left?

I sighed and looked out the window at the midday light.

The more I learned about the fey, about Nav, the more I questioned my need to escape. And it wasn’t just about keeping the islanders safe. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. Not yet. Not until I understood who these fey really were.

Were they the grey demons everyone claimed them to be, or were they something else entirely—a new, unexplained race that people were avoiding because we were too afraid of their differences to see their similarities?

Or were they just really good at gaslighting women to get sex?

I sighed again.

“Are you hungry?”

Nav’s question, spoken without warning right behind me, made me jolt in my seat.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

NAV

Arena twisted in her seat and looked at me with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t. You just surprised me. I was lost in thought and didn’t hear you come upstairs.”

Hearing that she wasn’t afraid eased some of the tightness that had crept into my chest. I’d heard her sigh twice from downstairs. It wasn’t the good kind of sigh, the kind females made when finding their pleasure on our fingers or tongues. It was the bad kind, when we did something they didn’t like.