Feyre's final challenge was upon her. She didn't realize I wasn't at the dais with Amarantha. I heard other footsteps as well as my own as we walked in front of her. "Your final task, Feyre. Stab each of these unfortunate souls in the heart." I had a cloth of some sorts coving Feyre's view of my face. Surely she wouldn't kill all the other two, just for me? I had seen her, as she truly was, she loved me. And she would do anything for me. I heard begging from the first life Feyre was slotted to kill. I also heard weeping from the crowd. Surely Feyre wouldn't… I was wrong. I heard a knife pierced flesh and the man screamed. Feyre would do anything to free me. I knew that much.
The next fae Feyre was set to kill sounded like a woman. She said her prayers before Feyre plunged the dagger into her heart. I was next.
My hood came off and Feyre slumped. She whipped her head to look at Amarantha's throne. "Something wrong?" she asked. "Not…not fair." She whimpered. I ignored Amarantha's response. A few too-quick moments passed and Feyre looked towards the ash dagger, she picked it up, her face showed she was putting the pieces of the puzzle I set for her together. Good Feyre. I smiled faintly. "I love you." She plunged the dagger into my stone heart.