Chapter 4

Rhysand

I lifted my head, still groggy, and tried to sit up. A spike of pain dully pierced my back. Inhaling sharply, I ground my teeth as I stood, teetering slightly. My thoughts jumbled as I looked around the room. I couldn't remember anything. What happened?

The blinding white walls bored down on me while the counters gleamed black. A woman stood in the corner, leaning over some papers. I needed to know what happened to Feyre. I made my way towards her, each step harder than the last. My head pounded as everything seemed to contort around me, "Where is she?"

The woman spun around and glared at me, "Get back into bed before you hurt yourself."

I blew my breath. It was a little too late for that, I was already hurt. I stepped closer to her and tried to look threatening as I tried to ignore the pain, "Where is she?"

The woman put her hand against the counter, "I don't know."

A lie. I growled and leaned closer to her, the movement making my back tighten and ache. Baring my teeth at her, I snarled, "Do I have to repeat myself again?"

Her eyes widened a little, but whatever fear she had disappeared. In my state she could easily take me down. Anger blossomed in my chest. I was desperate to know anything. I needed to get out of here. Where is Feyre?! Pain roared through me and I breathed heavily. The woman kept staring at me, "Get back into your cot."

I lost my temper, "Damn it! Where is she! We need to get out of here!" my voice broke and I snarled again before raking my hands across the counter, making everything fall to the floor; my usual control of anger gone in a second.

I turned and made my way towards the door, my rage fueling me. I had to get out of here. I had to find Feyre so we could leave. A sharp prick hit my shoulder and I turned, the woman stood holding a syringe. Suddenly, everything came back. Dinner, the fight, Jurian's plans…

Did he really cut off my wings? I tried to shift but found that I couldn't; I looked down and saw the blue chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists. I couldn't use my power. My head spun and my body went weak. What was in that syringe? My knees gave out as I fell to the floor. My voice broke, "What did you do to me?"

Everything went blurry. I tried to get up but I couldn't seem to move. I shut my eyes, succumbing to whatever she injected me with.

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I woke up on the cot again; whatever painkillers they gave me have long worn off. Every movement jarred me.
When the woman came back she glanced at me warily before telling me to sit up to change my bandages. As she tightened the bandages I winced, "How did you heal this… An injury like this should have killed me, even if it was treated."

She got up and wiped her hands on her shirt, "You almost did. Lucky for you I'm a skilled healer. After a couple hours I had you pretty stable. You wouldn't stay still the whole time though," She gave me an annoyed look.

I looked at all the bandages and medicines on the counter before biting my lip, "How long will it take to heal?"

She thought for a minute, "About a month or two without the use of magic."

Any hope of escaping crashed and burned. I could barely move without grimacing, let alone run. "Shit," I would have to cooperate no matter what.

Did my actions affect Feyre? If they did… well I already screwed her over. I cursed myself, the one time I lost control of my anger it wouldn't just affect me.

I shut my eyes, the weight of the last couple days weighing me down. I really had lost my wings. I would never fly again, that's it, done. I wanted to cry or rage, but I couldn't, not here. I would have the time to grief.

I blew a breath out, "How long has it been since the other night?"

"Three days."

Feyre

They left me here for four days. Four god damn days with nothing to do other than worry. I paced around the tiny room multiple times, cursing Jurian and crying…. I spent a lot of time crying the first two days. All I could think about was Rhys. His wings were gone and there was nothing I could've done.

On the third day I didn't let myself think about him. I couldn't afford to waste anymore time. I needed a way out of here, but with these chains restricting my magic I couldn't think of anything that would work.

When I woke up on the fourth day, there was a small plate of food with a glass of water. I shoveled the first couple bites into my mouth before making myself slow down and count my bites. As I finished it, a pang of homesickness surged through me. I rubbed my eyes, exhausted, how was everyone doing? Did Cass and Az already realize something was wrong?

I leaned back against the wall, if they didn't already know they would figure it out soon. And once they did, then… then we would fucking crush Jurian.