Chapter 468

Lucien slanted a glance at Nesta to find that she was watching him. He blinked, glanced at Elain and then looked back to Nesta. Sure enough, she was still watching him. That unnerved Lucien more than he figured anyone else in the room staring at him would. Nesta may have been more receptive to him than she had been in the past, but that didn't mean that she didn't still scare him.

"Oh, that's the warning is it?" Rhys asked, and Lucien's attention shifted to the dark haired male who had now seated himself back on the arm of the chair Feyre was in. "We shall take that under advisement."

"Do you think it is unreasonable?" Helion asked, and Rhys raised an eyebrow.

"Try thinking about it from a perspective other than your own." Lucien suggested, and was not surprised at the snarl he received in return.

"Or," Nesta put in, sweeping forward in graceful strides. "Make it your perspective. What would your reaction be if someone else were to send a spy into the Night Court to see what Feyre was up to." She looked Rhys up and down, "Imagine if Tamlin did. Wouldn't that feel like an act of war?"

"That's a bit different…" Feyre murmured.

"Remember when you literally came back to the Spring Court AS the spy?" Lucien asked, looking at his friend for any hint of regret. "You very nearly got me killed in your little game to make Tamlin jealous." Feyre looked back at him, and he felt Elain's hand slip into his.

"And then I saved you from Ianthe…" Feyre's voice was low, and Lucien shuddered at the Priestess' name. He felt Elain squeeze his hand, felt the flush of dislike and anger from her down the bond. He knew that his mate had had flashes in her visions of what Ianthe had done to him, and he could tell that she'd understood exactly what Feyre had been talking about.

Elain bit her lip, trying to breathe deeply. She had thought that she had dealt with the Ianthe business, but every time she heard that horrible female's name, her blood would boil. She had seen what the bitch had done to him in that forest, not to mention the Rite at Calanmai, but to hear Feyre use that as a way out of the current conversation pissed her off even further.

"Feyre…" She breathed, shaking her head. Her sister met her eyes, and Elain could tell that Feyre had no idea why she was angry.

"What?"

What Feyre had done, sending Azriel to spy, had been wrong. It may have been done out of concern for her, but the way Feyre had gone about it had been so very wrong. Surely, surely, Feyre could see that. Elain wasn't sure that her sister did, however. Thinking nothing of using herself as a spy in the Spring Court had been wrong, too, not to mention using Lucien in the way that she had. Elain had seen firsthand how explosive Tamlin could be. She had seen him nearly kill Lucien on their first trip to the Spring Court. If she had not been there, if she had not walked in when she had, Lucien would probably be dead. Elain knew that if Tamlin had have exploded like that when Feyre had trued to make him jealous of Lucien, he would also be dead. She had seen in the vision she had been shown of that moment that Feyre had just walked away, leaving the two males in that tension. Her sister would not have been there to even attempt to do anything if Tamlin had decided he would kill Lucien. Feyre hadn't cared about Lucien's life then, only her little spy game, and that made Elain's heart ache.

"You don't think, do you…" Elain breathed, eyes burning as tears welled.