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weapons. “You filthy, whoring prick.”
I loosed a growl.
Lucien’s eyes sliced to me and he said with quiet horror, “What have you done, Feyre?”
“Don’t come looking for me again,” I said with equal softness.
“He’ll never stop looking for you; never stop waiting for you to come home.”
The words hit me in the gut—like they were meant to. It must have shown in my face
because Lucien pressed, “What did he do to you? Did he take your mind and—”
“Enough,” Rhys said, angling his head with that casual grace. “Feyre and I are busy. Go
back to your lands before I send your heads as a reminder to my old friend about what
happens when Spring Court flunkies set foot in my territory.”
The freezing rain slid down the neck of my clothes, down my back. Lucien’s face was
deathly pale. “You made your point, Feyre—now come home.”
“I’m not a child playing games,” I said through my teeth. That’s how they’d seen me: in
need of coddling, explaining, defending …
“Careful, Lucien,” Rhysand drawled. “Or Feyre darling will send you back in pieces,
too.”
“We are not your enemies, Feyre,” Lucien pleaded. “Things got bad, Ianthe got out of
hand, but it doesn’t mean you give up—”
“You gave up,” I breathed.
I felt even Rhys go still.
“You gave up on me,” I said a bit more loudly. “You were my friend. And you picked
him—picked obeying him, even when you saw what his orders and his rules did to me.
Even when you saw me wasting away day by day.”
“You have no idea how volatile those first few months were,” Lucien snapped. “We
needed to present a unified, obedient front, and I was supposed to be the example to which
all others in our court were held.”
“You saw what was happening to me. But you were too afraid of him to truly do
anything about it.”
It was fear. Lucien had pushed Tamlin, but to a point. He’d always yielded at the end.
“I begged you,” I said, the words sharp and breathless. “I begged you so many times to
help me, to get me out of the house, even for an hour. And you left me alone, or shoved
me into a room with Ianthe, or told me to stick it out.”
Lucien said too quietly, “And I suppose the Night Court is so much better?”
I remembered—remembered what I was supposed to know, to have experienced. What
Lucien and the others could never know, not even if it meant forfeiting my own life.
And I would. To keep Velaris safe, to keep Mor and Amren and Cassian and Azriel and