A/N- Context you need to know: Feyre has been slowly falling in love with Rhys, and out of love with Tamlin without realizing it. In her time in her cell she reflects a lot on everything that's gone down. Rhysand has loosened his façade some without realizing it.

Feyre

Blood coated my hands as I looked at the destruction I had caused. Two faeries died because of me. Because of the love I had for Tamlin. For love that didn't even feel real anymore. He hadn't helped me. He sat there, frozen and unyielding, as I had been tortured and mutilated.

Mother above I hated myself for thinking this, but… the only person who truly made an effort to help was Rhysand. I cursed my traitorous mind for thinking about him more frequently than I did Tamlin.

I looked at Amarantha. One more kill, and this would all end. Everyone would be free. Tears poured down my cheeks as the guard took the final fae's mask off.

Rhys's violet eyes met mine and his eyebrows shot up. I gasped, stumbling back and cursing. This couldn't be possible. He was Amarantha's right hand man, her so-called whore. I couldn't breathe.

But it was him. Rhysand… no, Rhys was sitting before me, and I had to kill him. I grabbed the knife, feeling the weight in my hand. I lifted my hand before dropping it. I couldn't kill him. There was just something about him that I couldn't place. A tug in my gut. I wanted to get to know him more, to at least become friends.

I sobbed. I had already killed two faeries. I had to kill him. He nodded slightly at me, "Feyre, it's ok. You could never hurt me," he gave me a sad smile.

No, no, no, no, no, no. It was not ok, but I had to. I raised the knife again, releasing a guttural sob. I shot the knife towards his chest but dropped it at the last second. My fist hit him.

"I can't do it," I whispered.

His eyes widened. "You can't do what?" Amarantha drawled.

I looked at Rhys again, he was shaking his head. I met his eyes, "I can't kill him."

A sudden wave of magic had me flying across the room, I screamed. She was walking towards me, a triumphant smile on her face, "You pig! I knew your kind was nothing more than a wiggling worm!" another wave of magic hit me, "I knew you didn't truly love him! If you did, Rhysand would already be dead!"

I screamed again, thrashing. "Feyre!" someone bellowed, not someone, Rhysand.

Amarantha spun towards him with a viscous look in her eye. "You!" she laughed, "You love her don't you?"

He looked at me, eyes wide with terror. His blue chains secured his hands in front of him. Amarantha laughed again before looking at me, "And that means… you love him too, don't you?" she cackled, "What a great turn of events!"

Rhys struggled against the guard while I tried to breathe again. I didn't love him, but then, why hadn't I been able to kill him? If it had been Tamlin, would have I done it? A tear fell down Rhys's cheek and he looked away. Amarantha smiled before throwing another wave of magic at me. I shrieked.

Rhys fought against the guard again to no avail. Blood surrounded me; it took me a second to realize it was my blood. Amarantha started to kick me with every wave, cackling the whole time.

"FEYRE!"

Then a loud crack sounded, and everything went black.

A/N- I hope you liked it. I wrote and edited all at once so it might be a bit messy.