I wandered the halls of the manor that was once my home. Claw marks marred the walls from Tamlin's anger after I left. I had been a s[y for my court for two weeks now, and I hadn't seen Alis once. I was worried. What if Tamlin found out she had let Mor take me? Seeing the marks on these walls, I couldn't imagine what he would do to her. I had pried Tamlin and Lucien with questions about her, but Tamlin had growled, and Lucien stayed silent, guilt in his eyes. I was so tempted to read Tamlin's mind to find out what he had done, but i couldn't risk revealing my mastered powers.
I heard a voice behind me. "Feyre." It was Lucien. "I know you've been pretending. I saw the way you looked at Rhys. You love him. And whether you think so or not, I know you, and I know you wouldn't have allowed your sisters to be taken away if you didn't trust those people." So he had figured it out. I knew he wasn't stupid like Tamlin, knew he would find out eventually.
I wondered if I should show him my true form, show him myself. I looked to my right hand, where the evidence of my loyalty to Rhys was hidden by a glamour. I decided to show Lucien, if only to see my tattoo.
I flung the glamour from myself, and Lucien gaped. I entered Lucien's mind to see what I looked like. My shields must have been down, because I felt a flash of approval down the mating bond. I sent love back. It felt as if Rhys was shocked, not because of my appearance, but because he felt the world of sadness and guilt that was Lucien's mind. I went back to my own head, and hauled my shields up, leaving a small sliver for my mate.
I put the glamour back over myself. "What was that?" Lucien's voice was incredulous.
"That was me. The night before we went to Hybern, Rhys and I found a priestess. He swore me in as his High Lady."
We talked for a while, agreeing that Lucien would tell no one. It seemed he was sick of Tamlin only thinking of himself. I knew he wanted to mention Elain, but he stayed silent and walked away. I hadn't realized that night had fallen. When I got to my room, I went straight to the window to look at the sky. A knock on my door startled me. I opened the door slightly, having a feeling i knew who was on the other side. Sure enough, Tamlin stood with his hands in his pockets. I opened the door all the way, not breaking the facade of the girl he thought I was. He backed me up to the bed, but i turned us around and used my powers to knock him unconscious.
I winnowed us to his room, covering him with a blanket and stripping him of his clothes, all the while using my powers. I turned to leave, but my eyes caught on a display case that i had never noticed before. Inside were two massive figures. I felt a flash of fury down the bond.
Suddenly, I knew what was in the case. Illyrian wings.