I drew a picture, do you want to see it.
I opened the shield in my mind just a slit so Rhys' voice could fill my thoughts. The love I felt radiating off just that small piece of him almost drove me to my knees.
I didn't know you had any artistic talent, I replied starkly.
His voice was a silky purr in my mind. Why, Feyre darling. There seems to be a lot about me you don't know.
I grunted and shoved my shields back again. My mate was an insufferable know it all.
Just then the door opened. The sight of Rhys leaning casually against my doorframe almost had me leaping on him right then and there.
But he beat me to it. Winnowing to my side he had the book out of my hand before I could even blink. It was quickly replaced with a sheet of white paper. It seemed he had used my paint supplies.
I stared at the drawing and let out a snort.
"So this is what the most powerful high lord in all of history had been doing with his time. Good to know you've been productive."
It was a crude drawing, even by fae standards.
"Who even is this?"
Rhys snatched it out of my hand. "Why, Feyre. I find it hard to believe you don't recognize the two of us."
I almost tumbled on top of him to see the drawing again. "Wow," I said.
He reached out a hand and caressed it down my cheek. "Amren gave me the day off."
"Is that so," I purred back.
I could already see the stars careening around in his eyes. "Allow me to show you what a high lord can really do."