#2
A/N: This is my own version of when Feyre and Rhysand first meet, then later finding out that Rhys can read minds. The plot here has nothing to do with Sarah J Maas's original plot in ACOTAR.
He - Rhysand - simply stared at me, faint touches of amusement lingering in his eyes, on his lips.
Condescending bastard.
His grin inched wider.
"What?" I snapped.
He outstretched his hand in answer. "Let's go."
"How - " I breathed. "How did you - "
Azriel shot a glance at us, then at Rhysand. "You didn't tell her that you're a mind reader? No wonder she looked so idiotically comfortable around you."
Rhys looked at me with both guilt and amusement in his eyes, blasting shadows that threw three Nargs into the river.
Amusement. All those times -
"Have you been reading mine?" The snarl in my voice was too weak, too muted to convey all that emotion directed at him. Rhys shrugged.
"I figured telling you that I can see into your secrets - all of them - wasn't particularly the best way to win your trust. After all, we've just met."
So he had been condescending at our first encounter.
I nearly suffocated with rage as I spat, "And you thought lying to my face would accomplish what, exactly?"
Azriel simply laughed as he sliced down another Narg. Rhys had the nerve to glare at the shadowsinger.
"I was going to tell you. Not so bluntly, though."
Azriel ignored him. "Fight later. I mean fight each other later. Fight the Nargs."