I've finally figured out where this story is going to end up, so I'm no longer writing without a plan! That being said, the way things are going to happen, I won't need that many more chapters to wrap things up, so I think 20 chapters is going to be the end amount. Now, let's see what's happening with our High Lady! Enjoy!

Feyre:

All I knew was darkness. Endless, despairing, darkness. This wasn't the darkness of Rhysand's powers. This wasn't the black of Azriel's shadows. It was the inky nothing of nightmares. It didn't remind me of home, of the Night Court. It reminded me of my old cell in Amarantha's court.

It was fitting, I supposed, that that would be what I was reminded of, considering Amarantha was one of Hybern's commanders, and I had been taken by Hybern.

The question was, taken where?

There was no light where I was, and there were no points of darker shadows. It was pitch black, through and through. I could be inside a room, or on a field, or in midair, and I would have no idea.

If not for the sounds I could hear. My captors, the "dreamers", who I had begun to call the Nightmares, had taken my sight, but they had left me my hearing.

Music echoed around, me the same lilting tune that Rhysand had sent to me Under the Mountain. The tune that you could only hear in Velaris.

Which meant that I hadn't left home. I hadn't left my City of Starlight. My family could still find me.

It made sense that I was still here. For whatever twisted reason, my captor had wanted Rhysand to see me taken, and try to stop it from happening, only to fail. After that, Rhysand's first action would have been to lock up every way out of the city tight. Trade would stop, no one would go in or out, not until I had been found. And I would be found.

Velaris was big, but it wasn't big enough for The Nightmares to keep my family from finding me. Amren, the Tiny Ancient One. Azriel, the Spymaster. Cassian, the Illyrian General. Morrigan, a renowned fighter. And Rhys, my mate, who would find me no matter what, who would tear this city apart to find me. He would bow to no one but his crown and me, and he would not be cowed by these pretenders.

I just had to get out of here before he did something that he would regret.

It was just about figuring out how?

Rhysand:

Flying over the city I tried desperately to smell Feyre or reach her through the mating bond. It was futile and I knew it, Hybern would have drugged her with Faebane, but I couldn't sit still and just wait for something else to happen.

For my Mate to turn up dead.

It had been the worst moment of my life, seeing Feyre being kidnapped inside our own home, in our bedroom, right in front of me, and not being able to save her in time. It had been worse than the war's, worse than anything. She was mine, and I was hers, and that was what kept me in the light.

My family did their best, and I loved them for it. No one could rival the love we shared. No one except the newest member to that family. Feyre.

I had closed down the ports and all points out of Velaris with my own magic in a burst of darkness the moment her captor winnowed away. And I had kept those wards up. I intended to keep them up until we found Feyre.

She had to be in Velaris still. Even winnowing, her captor wouldn't have gotten out of Velaris in time.

Even so, I had sent a letter to each High Lord, and Lucien Vanserra in the Human Lands to be on the lookout. Even Tamlin had gotten a letter. I could put aside my grudges and hatred for Feyre.

If he could return her to me before I lost her or something terrible happened to her, I would make the man my brother.

Feyre was all that mattered.

All of Velaris was looking for her, their High Lady, and not from duty, but because they loved her. She had won over the people, and sometimes I thought that they liked her more than me. Not that I could blame them.

Mor, Cassian, Azriel, Amren, and even Varian, who had been visiting, were looking for her, scouring the streets and shops and every nook and cranny none. But Velaris was big. It would take days at this point, days that Feyre might not have.

Nesta and Elain were looking too, moving with teams of Velaris citizens, methodically moving through the Rainbow.

I just didn't know what to do, how to find her. The "dreamers" were behind this, that much was obvious, and they worked for Hybern, which meant that they had a grudge to settle on behalf of their dead king and crippled county.

But they hadn't left a message, or a letter. There had been no sign of any of them. That just worried me more. If they didn't want something in exchange for her, than they just wanted revenge, which could be lethal to my wife.

Where are you Feyre, Darling?

There you go, a new chapter! And we finally reached the climax! Tell me what you think! Till next time! Bye!