“This way,” he said softly. Rather than leading, he merely pointed and continued to walk behind us along with Brooke’s fey.
Eventually, we found our way to a cute brick tri-level home with faded green shutters and a blue front door. Smoke curled up from the chimney, and my steps slowed as I took in the extensive array of solar panels on the attached garage.
“I bet they never run out of hot water,” I said under my breath.
“I don’t think anyone here runs out of anything or has to have designated shower or laundry days.”
Brooke led the way forward and opened the door for our party. A fey rose from the sofa and paused the movie he’d been watching.
I froze.
“Groth, she fears our eyes,” one of the fey behind me said in an angry tone.
The fey staring at me quickly averted his gaze, but it didn’t matter. I’d done exactly what I’d feared I would do. I’d offended one of them.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I quickly squatted down and set my forehead on my knees. A hand brushed over the back of my head, and I flinched, waiting for the second one to join it.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Terri, it’s okay,” Brooke said. “I promise.”
The hand continued to smooth over the top of my head.
“Let’s just get her some food and get her home, okay?” Brooke said.
There was a grunt close to my ear. I jerked my head up and found myself face to face with the fey bent down in front of me. Our gazes met for a second as he continued to pet my hair.
“I wish I had different eyes. I’m sorry they frighten you.”