Tamlin's pov:
I carried Feyre to her room. My beautiful Feyre. "Talk to me Feyre." I begged. She looked at me and smiled slightly. "I'm so sorry, it is all my fault." Her smile faded and she looked away from me. "It isn't your fault my love, nothing could have prepared you." I explained. "It isn't your fault." I repeated. I kissed her on the cheek and sat in the bed next to her. She rolled over to nestle her head in the soft spot in-between my chest and arm. "Good night my love." She said. "Goodnight." I replied.
(Two weeks later)
Feyre's pov:
"No stop it!" I yelled as Tamlin chased me around the forest. He had been training me to use my powers, to run and hear like a fae. Ever since… no I wouldn't think of that. I have my high lord and nothing could possibly go wrong. I bumped my arm on a figure that stood before me. "Ouch who the hell are you?" I asked the figure. It lifted its dark black hood, don't tell me Rhys has come to get me already… "Tamlin, he's gone." It was Hesefet. I hate her. I really hate her. I don't trust her either. Tam ran up to her and scanned her. She didn't seem hurt. "Who?" he asked, but I knew the answer, her mate had been killed, obviously. "My mate." She answered him, paying no attention to me. Tamlin cursed under his breath. "How?" He asked her. "He was surprised by an Attor. I found his body, by the cauldron tam, he was in pieces!" she hugged him, I sucked in a breath, my eyes widened at the fae's audacity. Didn't she know I was here? Wait, I wasn't here. I looked down at myself, I was invisible. Tamlin. He wasn't the high fae of the spring court for no reason… he had put a shimmer on me. He didn't trust me to keep my calm around Hesefet. Good point. "Feyre go home." He said quietly and I turned visible again, Hesefet didn't even look at me. "No." I said adamantly. He growled at me and the next thing I knew I was in the castle. Gods Tamlin, I am not a human anymore! I scowled and stalked up to my room, that woman was up to something. I was going to find out exactly what it is.
A few days went by and Hesefet was still in the spring court. Lucien told her by accident about my miscarriage. I had hit him upside the head. His return throw was dodged and Tamlin had laughed louder than ever. Hesefet now looked at me with pity and I hated it. I was in my bed, Tamlin wasn't beside me. I sat up and looked around the room, It was just before dawn. I swung my feet off the bed and stood up straight. Something wasn't right. Tamlin should be here be now. He didn't say anything to me during dinner last night. Was he okay? I grabbed a candle and lit it. now that my powers were somewhat harnessed I could finally light a candle, or summon an object, thank you Tamlin. I was dew any day to be picked up by Rhys. Maybe he wouldn't collect me, maybe his deal was off. I doubted it, but it was a good thought. I walked out of my bedroom, my long white nightgown flowing behind me.
As I walked down the short flight of stairs, I picked up Tamlin's scent. I followed it until it lead me to a room. What was this room? It was a few doors down from my paint room. I was anxious to open the door. Why? I opened the door a small amount. There was a bed, a table, a door to a closet or bathroom, and a dresser with a tunic on it. I sucked in a breath. That was Tamlin's tunic. Something in my head made me look towards the bed. Was this Tamlin's room? There were two figures in it. this wasn't Tamlin's room. It couldn't be. maybe servants were in the bed. I assured myself. I don't know what possessed me, but I walked up to the bed and pulled away the sheets.