While noting she wasn't making any moves to eat, he didn't say anything about it. It had to be her choice to stop the steady diet of suppressors and choose real food. Though by how she was acting in his presence, he had a feeling the suppressors, no matter the quality, was going to decide for her sooner than later.
The way her face scrunched up at his pet name for her had his eyes sparkling with mirth, the smile genuine on his lips. He was going to do it as many times as he could.
"I don't believe so. My brothers are out and my cousin is...somewhere," he pondered where Mor could be. He had mentioned that he was going to go get the ring back, but that had been hours ago.
He was quickly reminded of where his cousin was when the front door slammed open and a female's voice shot out. "Rhys! You're late! Did you get--oh. Oh~." She was pretty blond with warm eyes and well-muscled under her tunic sweater and leggings. "You didn't say you were bringing her here, Rhys."
"You didn't ask," Rhysand quipped, popping a bite of chicken in his mouth. "What am I late for?"
"The Party," she growled out but continued to grin at Feyre, bounding over to her. "Ignore that idiot, he's all bark, no bite. I'm Mor! It's lovely to meet you, he's told us that you managed to get under Az's security detail and that's impressive!" She gasped suddenly as if she had a genius thought. "You should come to the party, too! Everyone's going to welcome you. Polena," she canted back in Rhys' direction, "had invited the inner circle to this, considering this is for her only granddaughter. And some of the other children also presented so it's become sort of a street wide thing. To which Rhysand apparently forgot because there's a pretty girl in his house."
The chide had Rhysand looking very much caught as he feigned innocence. "I had been busy, Mor-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your ass up and get moving. I'll get the food packed up." And then she was back, facing Feyre, giving her a critical eye. "You are wholly underdressed for that, though. But you're about my size, I think we can find something for you. My room's upstairs." It was a hint, a big one, for Feyre to come with her. But Mor stood there, grinning, nearly bouncing on her heels, waiting for Feyre to decide. Meanwhile, she was still verbally pushing Rhys around and he took it easily. Mor had no scent on her like she was a bigger Alpha, though, and the High Lord was looking more and more like a chastised puppy than some big, growly, dominating beast.
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The way her face scrunched up at his pet name for her had his eyes sparkling with mirth, the smile genuine on his lips. He was going to do it as many times as he could.
"I don't believe so. My brothers are out and my cousin is...somewhere," he pondered where Mor could be. He had mentioned that he was going to go get the ring back, but that had been hours ago.
He was quickly reminded of where his cousin was when the front door slammed open and a female's voice shot out. "Rhys! You're late! Did you get--oh. Oh~." She was pretty blond with warm eyes and well-muscled under her tunic sweater and leggings. "You didn't say you were bringing her here, Rhys."
"You didn't ask," Rhysand quipped, popping a bite of chicken in his mouth. "What am I late for?"
"The Party," she growled out but continued to grin at Feyre, bounding over to her. "Ignore that idiot, he's all bark, no bite. I'm Mor! It's lovely to meet you, he's told us that you managed to get under Az's security detail and that's impressive!" She gasped suddenly as if she had a genius thought. "You should come to the party, too! Everyone's going to welcome you. Polena," she canted back in Rhys' direction, "had invited the inner circle to this, considering this is for her only granddaughter. And some of the other children also presented so it's become sort of a street wide thing. To which Rhysand apparently forgot because there's a pretty girl in his house."
The chide had Rhysand looking very much caught as he feigned innocence. "I had been busy, Mor-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your ass up and get moving. I'll get the food packed up." And then she was back, facing Feyre, giving her a critical eye. "You are wholly underdressed for that, though. But you're about my size, I think we can find something for you. My room's upstairs." It was a hint, a big one, for Feyre to come with her. But Mor stood there, grinning, nearly bouncing on her heels, waiting for Feyre to decide. Meanwhile, she was still verbally pushing Rhys around and he took it easily. Mor had no scent on her like she was a bigger Alpha, though, and the High Lord was looking more and more like a chastised puppy than some big, growly, dominating beast.