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Chapter Six
I was sure the blow was coming.
I was so sure of it that I found myself retreating into the corners of my mind. I didn't notice his fingers gripping a single strand of my hair.
My eyes open and blink – confused and curious, "I could do that the hard way…, breaking you, I could beat you like I did to Lucien? I quite admire the spotless perfection of your immortal beauty."
The strand of hair drips to the side of my face and I watch and I could feel his hand cupping the side of my face. His grip hardens and it was impossible to hide the wince from the pain he inflicted by a simple touch.
"I love that look." I hear him say as he pushes me back, my back meeting the softness of the bed. "I could force myself onto you. I really could. But I want you to want me." I feel his hands trailing its way up my leg to the edge of my stomach. "You agreed to be my lover if I freed Lucien. He is free."
I could feel his breath on my neck. For Rhysand I would do this. For the Night Court whom I was High Lady, for the Court of Dreams that I will create with my mate, and for my sisters that I will see again. Time, I just needed time. Closing my eyes I steel myself. Locking my emotions into a ball and mentally kicking them to the back of my mind and opening them and taking the initiative.
I was playing with fire and it would do me some good to let that fire simmer for a while before it burned out.
Eris left me a while ago, of course he didn't get that far at least, not yet. In which, I was coming closer to regretting. I missed Rhys, my life mate, soul mate. How much longer would the faebane remain in my system? Even though I had a much larger does from the twins of Hybern whom had given me through the food that was offered on the departure from the Spring Court.
Lucien. Hopefully no matter how hurt or injured he was he was making haste to the Spring Court. To Tamlin, cauldrons save me! I hope that Tamlin no matter how angry he was with me he would come snarling to the Autumn Court for my immediate rescue.
How I wish I had my powers so I could turn all of them into ice and smashing them all into non-existence. But, before that I would set my water wolves on them. I was a prisoner here. But that didn't mean I was going to wallow in my own self-pity.
It was time to be clever.
Time to play the role of a whore's mate. Cauldron save me!
