Rhysand
God I would kill Tamlin if I found out that he touched Feyre. Then again, Feyre was very quite capable of doing that herself. Preferably with her hot Fae powers. "When did I become so lame?", I thought to myself. It had only been a day since I seen her, compared to the 500 years I lived without her. The thought of losing her made me shudder.
Mor walked in taking abnormally long strides. Yep, she'd gotten into a fight with Azriel.
"You look like a mess cousin," I said as I stared into her brown eyes. It was the truth. Her usually perfect blond hair was tangled, her scent - which normally was of citrus and cinnamon, reeked of blood, dirt, and vomit.
"Yeah, well everything is a mess right now, Rhysand." she said and sighed. Her eyes were slightly puffy. She had been crying.
"How are Azriel and Cassian?" I asked her instead. I checked up on them and hour ago.
"Healing. They are in good hands; Mirthae is healing them. Cassian's wings.. They're in bad shape"
I sigh. Cassian would rather die than lose his wings - any Illyrian male would.
"I don't know how long the "I'm going through a lot I need space" card will last for Feyre. Tamlin will respect that for - gods know how long Rhys. Feyre may very well have to sleep with him. I am not willing to let her do that. You, out of all people, know how harsh that is and.."
I cut her off. "I know what this entails. Feyre can take care of herself"
"I know she can Rhys!" she shouts. "But at what cost? Are you willing to pay that? Because I am not. I'm telling you this as a -"
"Mor!" I silence her.
Amren then walks in. "Leave it Mor" she says. Her silver eyes glint in the dark, like a star.
"Fine. I'm going to check up on Az and Cas. Also, I think Cassian is mated with Nesta. They're together right now. Elaine is sleeping." Mor says and winnows away, leaving me and Amren.
"She's right," Amren says.
"I know" I sigh. I know.