Chapter Three
Watching Lucien stride from the room, I feel my synapses burst with fire, sparking coded messages across the highways of my body. It's my magic, anticipaing the less desirable outcome of this meeting. Preparing me for the fight that might come. I drag my eyes up and down Luciens form, analysing him. He may have more experience in battle but I know I'm a force to be reckoned with and if saving the Night Court depends on taking Lucien down, I'd crush him without a second thought.
I shake my head, breaking the reverie and follow him out of the room and into the hallway. Following the twists and turns of the balconette I watch the sun bloom through every window, cascading down the the spiraling staircase. I hate this place, the gloominess thats taken up residence hangs on the walls, like a damp mould. A greenish tinge seems to have invaded every nook and cranny.
Lucien stops and turns to face me when he reaches the top of the staircase, he see's the way I look at the walls as though they're completely alien.
'Tamlin struggled with the maintainence after... after you left.' Lucien trails off. 'He spent the first two days in beast form, not sleeping, not eating just tearing the woods apart, tree by tree. The staff fled after a week of his howling temper, not surprising really, it was deafening. But Feyre, I've not seen Tamlin break like that, not ever. You destroyed him.' Lucien's tone almost biting, his eyes boring holes into me. I lift my gaze to stare him straight in the eye, before rationality can set in I hear my roar echoing through silence.
'I refuse to feel guilty Lucien! That monster locked me away! You don't crush the spirit of woman you love, you don't treat her like a helpless damsel and lock her away from the world! Do you know how unhappy I was Lucien? How much he scared me?'
Before I can comprehend whats happening shadows gather and Lucien recoils in horror, my glamour crumbling away. The hall is just wide enough to accomodate my wingspan, I look across my right shoulder and smile. They are so beautiful.
'Well how about that?' I chuckle to myself. Lucien backs away slowly, taking two steps down the stairs probably wondering whether he should flee or not.
'Feyre? What have you done? What has happened to you?' He chokes on his words. Hands shaking. The fear in his eyes both amuses and sickens me. My mind is scrambling, but the only clear thought I pluck from the mental maelstrom is that my friend fears me and I feel sick to my stomach.
'Can we take this conversation to somewhere more spacious please? I'm getting a cramp in my right wing.' I watch him relax a fraction. Hopefully that was enough to show him I'm still me, that i haven't metamorphosised into a thoughtless creature. Maybe there's still a chance to recruit Lucien and my heart is leaping with optimism for the first time in twelve days.
