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A.N: Hey so i don't know if you noticed, but i changed from updating every Monday, to every other Monday. This is just cause life is busy and school is a thing. Anywho read and enjoy the new chapter!

No Secrets

He raises a singular eyebrow at me. It makes me want to hit him even more, I can't do that. He's reclining in the large brown chair that's across from mine. There is a small table between us, and I'm glad for it. Even after knowing him for all this time, he still makes my skin crawl. He reaches forward and picks up his cup of coffee. He takes a drink before stopping to hold it in front of his face. He flashes a grin at me. I glare back and brandish my teeth at him. He has the audacity to laugh.

"Are you going to be pissed at me the whole time?"

"I was in the middle of my wedding ceremony!" His gaze turns serious.

"But you didn't want to be there."

"That's beside the point!"

"Is it?" He cocks his head at me.

I let out a frustrated groan and snap my head to the left. I'm met with the windowed wall of his large flat in downtown Seattle. We're high enough where mostly all you can see is the docks, but I remember from walking over and looking down, that we're only like a block away from Pike Place. I hate myself for it, but I like it here. I like it a lot. There are no restrictions to where I can go, the view is beautiful, and the flat itself is well furnished.

"You're cute when you're angry." At his voice I whip my gaze back to Rhysand. I can't even look pissed, I'm so taken aback by the comment. He's never openly complimented me before, and Tamlin never says anything more to me than the occasional "You look nice." Rhysand laughs. He's now leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, and his hands clasped. His mug is on the table now. "What? Blondie not good with the flattery?" He sounds sarcastic, but maybe too much.

I don't answer, I just stand up, slam my own mug down on the table and walk away.

"Where are you going?" Rhysand calls from behind me. I start to march my way down the only hallway in his flat. There are doors along the walls, and most of them are open, I peak inside to try and see what they are. A bathroom, an extra bedroom, one of them just has a cross-trainer and a yoga mat. I stop my march rather suddenly. I am at the end of the hallway. In front of me are two closed doors, one to the left and one to the right. It feels strange that these doors are closed and the rest are opened.

I can't feel Rhysand's glance so I swallow, and put my hand on the knob of the left door. I have turned it a fraction of an inch before Rhysand materializes behind me. I jump and he puts his hand over mine.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." His voice is full of dark warning.

"Why not?" It comes out as nothing more than a whisper.

"Because that's my office." I turn to face him. We are standing so close that I have to crane my neck into an uncomfortable position so I can look up into his eye.

"And why can't I go into your office?" Something dark flashes across his face, but then he takes a step back, lets out a soft chuckle, and runs his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"Because it's a mess." It feels like he's lying to me. Like he's going to tell me anything just to get me away from this door.

"I don't care about messes." The humor that I knew was false fades from his face.

"I care about keeping my business private." His voice is dark.

"I thought that I knew all your secrets."

"Not all of them." I grit my teeth and stand straighter. My chin is now even with his collar bone.

"That seems unfair. You know all of my secrets."

"I do?" He wraps an arm around my waist. My heart begins to pound.

"Yes." I swallow. I can't fall in love with him. I'm with Tamlin, I'm with Tamlin. I keep repeating my new mantra to myself.

Some kind of dark humor flashes in his eyes. Suddenly he tightens his grip on me and hoists me onto my toes. Our faces are now even and so close that I could just stick my tongue out and lick his delicious looking lips.

I blink and change my mantra. I cannot love Rhysand. I cannot love him. I will not love him.

He smirks as if he knows exactly what's running through my mind. "Even the secrets that you won't admit to yourself?"

I'm so lightheaded now I can't process the question. "What?"

"Stop lying to yourself Feyre, you know that you can't keep this secret inside. You know that you want me, and not Tamlin." As soon as he says Tam's name I am overcome with anger.

"I know no such thing!" I snap. I then put both of my hands on his chest and shove him, hard. It's enough to get him to let go of me and take a step back. As soon as his arms are off of me I stomp down the hall to the living room, which conveniently has the front door next to it.

From behind me I hear Rhysand scoff. "Come on princess, I was just teasing." I don't answer him, just throw my long coat over my arm, my scarf around my neck, and my purse over my shoulder. "You can't leave! We're still on a date!" I whip around to stare at him.

"I can leave whenever I damn well please. This is a DATE as you said. And last time I checked anyone who doesn't want to be a complete ass would let a lady leave. And since we are on a date, you do not get to decide when I leave. Unless of course you want to rape me. And trust that if you try to rape me, I will beat you to a pulp, leave you on the ground and scream 'fire' until I'm a mile away." His jaw drops. "And I most certainly can take you because I've been to prison. So now, I am going to go home. Thank you and I will see you next month."

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