Rhysand
Feyre. Lord help me. She's all I can think about. Her gold brown hair. Her pale blue eyes. Her smile. God, her smile. It's adorable, how she slightly tilts the corners of her mouth up, but not show teeth, but if I try, I can get her to break into a full on grin and it hits me how sexy she is. And she's artistic, witty, kind, shy, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I checked out her blog, and her paintings were amazing. She's very talented. My thoughts drifted to the house I picked her up from- her boyfriend's house. I wondered what he looked like. Tall? Handsome? Brown Hair? Definitely rich, by the look of his house. Feyre would be moving into the dorm soon, so she would move out of his house. Would she stay at the dorm, or go to that… manor for the weekends? Would they break up because they never see each other? Would she leave him or the other way around? I don't know.
I don't care.
Except I kind of do.
Feyre
"Feyre." Tamlin.
I looked up from a painting. "Yes?"
"Did you go out for coffee with Mor?"
Oh no. "Y-Yes."
"I never said you could." His voice was low and threatening, and he was most definitely drunk.
I swallowed. "Yeah, well, I texted and you didn't respond, so I thought it would be-"
"You thought wrong!" He growled, and I flinched. Tamlin walked over to me and grabbed my wrists. He dragged me into the bedroom and shut the door. My wrists ached and I was pretty sure it would bruise. Tamlin pinned my hands to the wall and forced his lips onto mine. He shoved his tongue down my throat and I fought the urge to gag. His hands were rough and aggressive, not gentle, and roamed my body possessively.
Normal Tamlin was back.
Hey guys! Sorry this chapter was so short, I promise the next one will be longer! And you might see some familiar faces in it! ;) On another note, thank you all so much for your reviews, I really enjoy reading them and they inspire me to keep writing!
