Throne of Glass and A Court of Thornes and Roses: Two Worlds Collide

by rowaelingalathynius

Taken place right after Feyre is taken to the Spring Court, it's Amren who comes up with the perfect plan to save Feyre. She contacts two fae of a different world & uses a bargaining chip to convince Aelin and Rowan to retrieve Feyre from the Spring Court. When something goes wrong, they have to rescue two beloved members from the King, but at what cost? COMPLETE

4. Chapter 4--Feyre

Feyre's POV

I walked through the giant threshold into Tamlin's home; the place that had once been my home, but was turned into a prison, a cage. The cold marble floors under me sent memories of the last time I'd been here flooding back into my head. That was the day he left me in the house alone, trapped. He thought I was such a pretty object to flaunt, but he didn't trust me to take care of myself, so he trapped me in the house and left me screaming on the floor.

All of my senses fled; I couldn't make myself breathe. My head started to spin and I could no longer hear the birds chirping outside. The whole world was silent and still, as if nothing dared to move in fear that I might explode. My vision blurred until I could see only black, deep and eternal black. This wasn't the power I'd gotten from my mate, this was my brain shutting down. My entire being ascended and at once, it was if I had shed my immortal body and was left with nothing. I was empty once again.

Tamlin closing the door brought me back to my senses and it took everything I had not to fall to my knees.

I was back in the house I had come to loathe and I hated it more than ever, hated Tamlin more than I thought possible. I sensed him behind me, about to lay a hand on my shoulder, so I continued further into the house despite that familiar sense of terror creeping back into my mind. Everything was the same as I remembered, except the walls. I could smell the fresh paint on the walls, meaning Tamlin had wrecked the house once again. He'd probably ripped the walls to shreds, smashed every breakable object in sight, and ripped the curtains from the windows. I had a feeling that the books I had once been so enthralled in were gone, most likely thrown into the fireplace during one of his rampages, so I casually made my way to the library.

Tamlin followed behind me, with Lucien following behind him, both silent. They were probably observing me to make sure I wasn't still allied with the Night Court-with Rhysand. Such a shame that they actually thought they'd broken the mating bond, and that they couldn't see the new tattoo that had been placed on my hand only hours before.

I smelled them before I saw them. Pine and snow with a hint of lavender, one male and one female, both fae. I heard Tamlin's sharp intake of breath and I knew he'd smelled them too. Tamlin unsheathed his blade as I opened the door to the library.