Feyre

"You're insatiable, you know that?" I half moan, as Rhys lays another kiss at the base of my neck.

His hands caress down my sides, cupping my breasts. "I'm just trying to be thorough. You want a baby and I am making sure I do," Kiss. "Everything." Another kiss. "I can to give my mate what she wants."

"I'm going to be late."

"I'll make it quick." He says.

I squeal as he flips me onto my stomach and climbs on top of me. One of his hands is underneath me as his fingers play with me, making me shutter, making me moan. His lips and tongue and teeth make their way down my neck while my legs spread open ready for him. So, so ready.

"Now. Please now."

"As you wish, Feyre Darling." He plunges into me, filling me from behind, surrounding me with everything that's so distinctly him. My body pulls at him, greedy, so greedy.

"You're mine." He announces and I clench around him as I hear those magic words, the ones that make me crazy, the ones that bring me so close to completion.

"Yours." I agree feeling half out of my head. He holds me tighter as I feel the connection between us pulling taught. Closer. And closer. Until I explode. Rhys clutches me, never letting up on his pace allowing every drop of ecstasy to course through me and just when I think I'm finished he finds his own release pushing me over the edge again.

With an immense amount of gentleness Rhys leaves my body and moves off of me though he keeps his arms around my back. His hands draw circles around my back, relaxing me, caressing me while I come down from the high that only loving him brings me.

"I will never get used to this. You. Us."

I turn and kiss him with all the gentleness and love I can manage. "Good."

He smiles and it turns quickly to a groan as I get up. "Don't leave."

"We're both going to be late if you don't get out of bed. And if you plan on making it to Emunah at all today then you need to get that beautiful behind up to the Illyrian camps first."

"Ah, yes. Punishment to dole out to my people. How exciting." He groans before getting up.

I dress in a pair of brown slacks and a lilac sweater. Maybe I'll stop in and check on Alis after my planning meeting at the town hall. I really want to streamline the citizenship process for those wanting to move forward and right now it's too disorganized to efficiently allow people to enter into the country. "I'm going to see if Elain wants to winnow with me."

I walk down the back staircase and head toward Elain's room. I expect she may be in the garden but it's possible she's already finished her morning tasks and is reading in her room.

"Elain?" I call opening her door. My forehead feels as though it's disappearing into my hairline as I note a set of Illyrian wings in her bed.

Right then.

I pivot on my heel and turn around keeping my lips together so as to not make a single sound. I'm going to just assume Elain's found her own ride into Emunah today. I push aside my confusion and let my nose scrunch up in happiness.

Elain

I'm completely and utterly distracted as I answer questions for those participating in my seminar in Emunah. I keep thinking about last night. The mattress was warm beneath my hand when I awoke but the bed was empty save for me. I know he was there though. I remember the feel of his chest beneath my cheek and his breath against my hair. I remember falling back asleep to the melody of his heartbeat.

"a restaurant?" A blonde female says to me at the end of the seminar. People begin to file out of the community garden but I can see a few people still standing around and speaking to each other.

I blink. Try and refocus on her question. "Sorry, one more time?"

"What would be the process of starting a restaurant?"

"Oh. I don't know but I can find out for you."

"I think the people here would love some Spring court specialties."

"I think that's a great idea. I still miss some of my favorite foods from childhood. I'm sure people would be appreciative to have some of that back." I tell her with a smile. "Please tell me your name so I can find you once I have the answer."

"It's Fillia. And you don't have to find me, I'll be back at your next seminar, you're an excellent teacher."

"Thank you." A bloom of pride and embarrassment spread through my chest in equal amounts. I don't know if she is just trying to flatter me but I want to believe her sincerity. It's so strange, only a year ago I never would have questioned her words. I never would have wondered if she was being genuine. Maybe the war changed that. Or maybe it was losing Grayson. As I wave goodbye to her though I wonder if questioning people's sincerity is such a bad thing or if maybe it's just a side effect of growing up.

I go in search of Feyre, excitement making my steps weightless. How exciting would it be for the residents of Emunah to begin to open their own restaurants and shops? As I walk I wonder if perhaps we should create an area off the main square, a whole street dedicated to shops and restaurants and craft stalls for people to sell their wares?

I stop short in the middle of the square as my vision glazes over to the empty part of emunah still nothing more than fields and a dirt paved shortcut toward the bay.

It's just past sunset. The avenue is alive with shoppers and street performers. A group of people laugh as they clutch onto each others arms as they leave a bright blue café with a wrought iron banister and floating lanterns bewitched to hover above the air. Their feet clatter across the multi colored cobblestones of the street and they pass a push cart loaded with intricately designed jewelry. There are violins harmonizing with each other in front of a multitiered stone fountain, and just there under the shade of the giant willow tree, sitting on the circular bench built around it's trunk is a winged mail and a female with strawberry blonde hair.

I come back to the bright reality of mid afternoon with a start. I yearn to be back in that vision. To go back to the laughter and the violins. To the couple sitting on that bench. Was it Feyre and Rhys? Nesta and Cassian? Or do I hope it was me and Azriel? I take in a deep breath of air and take off at a run across the dusty square toward the half finished school house I know my sister has been meeting in. My feet bound across the steps and as I push the door open my momentum sends it slamming into the wall behind it. Every head in the room turns to me, including Feyre's and she immediately stands.

"Jewelry carts and colored cobble stones." I say to her, almost out of breath.

My sister's head tilts for a moment her eyes narrowed in confusion. But than it clears. I see a dawn of understanding. And a smile.

"Tell me everything." She says.

Joy, bright and sharp course through me, making my hands tingle. Making my heart sing. And this feeling, this wonderful connection with my sister finally seeing me, seeing my gift my curse, and seeing that excitement on her face. It feels like victory, no, it feels like triumph.

Back at the house, Feyre, myself, and ten thousand pieces of cut paper are strewn across her office floor. We stare at a large map of Emunah sprawled out between us each exchanging purple squares for yellow triangles trying to come up with a conceptual plan for this district.

"And If we put the main hotel here," Feyre says, moving an orange trapezoid to the very top of the avenue. "Than we can put another inn just off the square."

"I think it's the theatre that needs to take the top." I tell her moving a bright pink star where her trapezoid had been. "That way the main hotel hugs both the square and the grand avenue, so those coming for both business and pleasure have a close walk to their desired destination. And…" I pause for a moment finding the green squares and lining them on either side of the theatre. "That way those visiting Emunah will pass by the various shops and stalls on their way to and from the theatre enticing them to spend their coin in the area."

"You're a visionary." Feyre says, a wide smile taking her face.

"I'm a seer actually. It's out of my control." I shrug.

She shakes her head. "No. You told me your vision. This, this is all you."

"Are we staring a greeting card business?" Rhys comes into the room, a hand in his pocket.

"Actually we are putting together a master plan for Emunah. We're going to make the premiere tourist destination in all of Prythian." Feyre tells him. I stay quiet, anxious to hear Rhys's thoughts.

"I'm intrigued." He says, sitting down behind his mate and draping an arm over her shoulder as he looks at our work. "But I don't know what I'm looking at."

"You tell him." Feyre says, her face glowing as she looks at me.

"Me? Oh, no-"

"It was your idea-"

"Vision."

"Only the first part. Come on you've planned most of this out it's genius. Elain is a born city planner." Feyre tells her mate.

"And I've only ever been to one city." I shrug.

"Elain, the only way to solve this is for me to be the judge. So why don't you tell me what I'm looking at?" Rhys says.

I open my mouth to start talking when Azriel walks into the room. My gaze locks with his as if it's not air between us but a magnetic force. A soft smile spreads over his lips.

"Oh good, Az, come sit. We are about to hear all about Elain's genius." Rhys says.

I can almost feel the pink staining my cheeks and I look away. "It's not-"

"We've already decided that I was going to be the judge." Rhys says. And motions for me to start to talk.

"Okay well it all started with my vision." I tell them about what I've seen and as I do, as the excitement builds back up new images appear in my mind, as though building on the last vision.

There's a restaurant that has a massive outdoor courtyard strung with twinkle lights. And there are children. They are running with pinwheels and, begging their mothers for some coins to buy a caramel apple from the confectioner next door.

My breath catches when I see who one of the mother's is. When I see who the child belongs to.My chin shakes and I feel tears trying to fall but I clear them away not willing to lose the vision.

I watch the child run across the street to a large park, the girl runs across the lawn, past a pond where swans glide across the surface, and stops at the fence to a dog park.

"Daddy!" She cries. A man turns, smiles at the child.

And the amount of love and joy that I feel in that moments halts. And a gust of confusion chills my whole body . Utterly confused. The vision evaporates like steam into the morning air. A frown crosses my face as I try to make sense of it all. Because the child in my vision, my child, that child's father, does not have wings.