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Most of the girls assumed it had to do with January being a pregnant Harsh, though. January included.

When the day ended,everyone ate dinner together in the massive kitchen/eating area that the male fae had been working on. Afterward, we all parted ways. I looked for Sunny and Dots for a bit, but couldn’t find them, and was exhausted after all that fighting.

I’d look for them in the morning, I decided, as Ervo led me through the forest. He was looking for a suitable place to build us a house. I didn’t think me and my tiny control over their earth magic would be much help when it came to creating a place to live, but a few of the other men had volunteered to help.

They walked with us, discussing which of the human women might be open to receiving cake soon—and which of the fae women they hoped would change their minds about hating men. They treated me like I was already Ervo’s mate, not bothering to flirt with me or be anything but slightly friendly. Not flirting with me was probably a good call for them, considering the annoyed expression on my phoenix’s face.

He’d wanted to build the house on his own—but knew I needed to sleep sooner than he could have it done, which was why he’d asked for help.

It was interesting to hear which of the fae women the guys found the most beautiful. As I’d expected, they thought Fovea was insanely sexy, with her big muscles and all that power. But they actually weren’t interested in her—the ones they wanted to mate with were quieter ones, on the outskirts of the group. Ones I couldn’t remember, even though I tried to.

The guys mentioned multiple times how attractive thestrongwomen were, AKA the female fae. It was entertaining… but also made me kind of self-conscious about my lack of muscles.

When Ervo found a pair of trees that he thought was suitable, way on the outskirts of the space, he asked me if I wanted to help with the building. I wasn’t skilled with my magic, but when I said I wanted to help, he tugged me up onto his back and started scaling the tree.

The others followed us. None of the men struggled to climb the trees, despite their smooth, shiny bark.

Ervo deposited me on one of the thick branches, and then tucked a few of my fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“Stay close,” he warned.

“I’m a professional at walking on tree branches now,” I reminded him. “And I have wings, too. So you don’t have to worry about me.”

His lips curved upward just slightly. “And yet I still do.” Leaning closer, he brushed a kiss to the top of my head before walking a few feet down the branches, meeting up with the others.

They discussed quickly what they were making; a simple wooden cube, enclosed on all sides, with a small doorway that led onto a thick balcony for landings. Ervo would add windows and whatever else we needed later, but for now, he wanted privacy.

Since I didn’t really know how to guide my magic, he explained to me that I should just let myself feel everyone else’s power and add mine to it, making sure mine flowed the same way theirs did.

It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but I’d figure it out as we went.

The men put their hands on the tree, and I felt a surge of magic roll through the air. Following suit, I closed my eyes and tried to connect my trickle to the verifiable river of power.

When my power collided with theirs, I felt my magic itself growing thicker and stronger, and I pushed the power to follow the men’s commands—to grow and change the way they wanted it to.

Around us, I felt the tree move. It stretched, and thickened, and obeyed.

A few minutes later, the men cut off the stream of magic, and I followed suit.

When I opened my eyes, I found us in a treehouse that resembled Ervo’s, with trunks in all four corners, but this one was much smaller—and much wilder.

Tree branches and thick leaves draped across the space a ways above my head, having grown into the new smooth ceiling. A thick branch was embedded in one of the walls, too.

And out on the balcony, I could see leaves all around us.

It was absolutely gorgeous, and unique.

Ervo and I thanked the other men, who just offered us grins and congratulations. Without the massive building full of fae women, I knew our relationship would’ve been received differently.

But now that there were so many more options, things were changing. And despite everything, I thought maybe those changes were for the better.

“I’ll clean up the walls and ceiling,” Ervo told me, studying the places the branches had grown into it.

“No, don’t,” I said quickly. “I love them.”

He looked at me in surprise.

“I like that it’s not perfect. It makes it seem more real. Natural. Alive.” I flashed him a quick smile.

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