Feyre looked to Rhysand for help against this vibrant excited woman even as she still clutched the knife in her hand. She was curious about how this place worked, if what they told her was the truth, but the thoughts of people and the crowd. She knew she was giving off faint Omega scents even with the suppressor she had taken in the car. She wouldn’t be reacting to Rhysand like she was if she wasn’t.

“I won’t be staying. I have family back in Prythian that I need to take care of.” She lowered the knife but kept a firm grip on it. “Once I get the pushy Dark Lord’s ring back I’ll be free.”