I opened my eyes in that familiar field and Rhys next to me. I smiled sleepily. "Guess the plan of drugging me to keep you—" I stopped as I saw his grim expression. "What…"
"Feyre darling."
I blinked.
"I need to tell you something."
—
Mates. The word echoed in my head, over and over again. Rhys had told me everything, from even before I shot down Andras up till now. Mates. Mates.
I had listened, as Rhys spoke, and by the end, tears were streaming down both our faces. I had known there was something more to the bond, but had never imagined it was this.
"Rhys." He lifted his face to meet my gaze, and I took his face in my hands.
"I'm getting out of here. Not tomorrow, not in a week. Now. I'm— I'm coming home to my mate."
He nodded. "I have Illyrian soldiers around the area. We can get you home."
"Ok."
"I'm going to wake you up. The second you do, start running."
"But the shield—"
"You can break through it. You're stronger than you know, Feyre. Stronger than Tamlin. Maybe stronger than second the shield lowers, he'll know, so you'll have to run as soon as it does. Do you understand?"
I nodded once, afraid to speak.
"Good." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"I love you, Rhys."
"I love you too. Now wake up."
His face began to blur, then faded away.
