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I awake to a pounding in my head. A relentless, painful throbbing every couple of seconds. But I'm in a soft bed, in a suffocatingly hot room that smells of—

Roses. Everything that happened comes rushing back, and my body locks up. Rhys must have felt it down the bond, because he quickly responds.

Feyre, calm down. We'll get you out. Don't worry. We cannot come and take you, but we will figure something out. We'll bring you home, Feyre. He sounds confident, but I hear fear lacing every word.

I focus on the sound of his voice, on my breathing, anything but the fact that I'm back, and this time Rhys isn't here to get me out—

Rhys, don't start something you'll regret. Not over me. I respond quietly. I have to think about Mor and Amren and Cassian and Azriel and Rhys. Their safety has to come before mine.

Theres a nock on the door.

I close my eyes again, willing my body to relax. The door opens with a slight groan, and he comes in. Bright, forest green eyes, golden hair. Hight cheekbones and a haunted face. A face I once loved. My eyes are open through slits, allowing me the slightest bit of vision without giving me away.

Then all the thoughts I have about Tamlin rush back— Locking me in here, coming to get me after I said I was safe, Rhys' mother and sister—

Don't let them see the depth of your power. Rhys again, sensing my upcoming panic. And only show them darkness, let them think thats all I trained you in. It'l give you an edge.

I welcomed his voice, wrapping it around me like a blanket.

Tamlin walks closer, and I struggle to keep my breathing steady.

His touch sends bolts of lightning on my skin, and its all I can think about. The nape of my neck, trailing down lo my hips, his touch a light whisper on my cream colored skin. He growls, the sound vibrating in my chest. Fire crackled between my fingers, and hoarfrost crawled up my throat.

Agony lashed down my spine, hot and pure as a claw ripped from his fingertip—strait into my skin, a claiming, brutal mark. I stifle a snarl, relaxing my muscles. Tamlin backs away, horrified. But he stalks back, placing that talon back on my spine.

I feel like I'm shattering. His claw slips under my skin, sketching a mark onto my skin. My muscles scream at being touched by him.

Captor and lover and savior and murderer. Black smoke slices just over my back, cutting his claw in half. He jolts back, and I wonder at the emotion I feel. I calm myself, dissolving that night mist with half a thought. Let him think it was a trick of the light, or his imagination. Let him think I'm still asleep.

Rhys. The mist reminded my of Rhys. Longing hit me like a brick to the face, and I realized how terribly I missed him. The feeling speared through my heart.

Tamlin looks at me one more time before leaving, his eyes lingering on the smooth skin where he punctured. His feet were soft against the wood floor as he stalked out the door.

Thats all for today! Please comment your ideas on what to do next, I have a completely open mind. I feel like I need some communication.