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continued, “Second, we’ll be staying here for the time being. Clear out my mother’s old
house. No need for a housekeeper. We’ll look after ourselves.”
“The house is occupied by my top warriors.”
“Then un-occupy it,” Rhysand said simply. “And have them clean it before they do.”
The voice of the High Lord of the Night Court—who delighted in pain, and made his
enemies tremble.
Devlon sniffed at me. I poured every bit of cranky exhaustion into holding his narrowed
gaze. “Another like that … creature you bring here? I thought she was the only one of her
ilk.”
“Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to
flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough
that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose
that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed
no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind
your bones to dust.”
I almost laughed. But the warriors were now assessing the threat Rhys had established
me as—and coming up short with answers. I gave them all a small smile, anyway, one I’d
seen Amren make a hundred times. Let them wonder what I could do if provoked.
“We’re heading out,” Rhys said to Cassian and Mor, not even bothering to dismiss
Devlon before walking toward the tree line. “We’ll be back at nightfall.” He gave his
cousin a look. “Try to stay out of trouble, please. Devlon hates us the least of the war-lords
and I don’t feel like finding another camp.”
Mother above, the others must be … unpleasant, if Devlon was the mildest of them.
Mor winked at us both. “I’ll try.”
Rhys just shook his head and said to Cassian, “Check on the forces, then make sure
those girls are practicing like they should be. If Devlon or the others object, do what you
have to.”
Cassian grinned in a way that showed he’d be more than happy to do exactly that. He
was the High Lord’s general … and yet Devlon called him a dog. I didn’t want to imagine
what it had been like for Cassian without that title growing up.
Then finally Rhys looked at me again, his eyes shuttered. “Let’s go.”
“You heard from my sisters?”
A shake of the head. “No. Azriel is checking today if they received a response. You and
I … ” The wind rustled his hair as he smirked. “We’re going to train.”
“Where?”
He gestured to the sweeping land beyond—to the forested steppes he’d once mentioned.
“Away from any potential casualties.” He offered his hand as his wings flared, his body