Fear had started to creep in when the Alpha wouldn’t let go of her elbow but Rhysand was suddenly there, swooping in to save her. She watched with wide eyes as the High Lord put the Alpha in his place and corrected him. It was sweet and thrilling and incredibly hot.

Feyre barely registered what Rhysand was saying as her Omega wanted to claim him and the urge was strong. She shook her head and then nodded it as she blinked up at him.

“No, he didn’t bruise me.” She showed her elbow that was red but not bruised. “I’m okay. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be here.”