“I still think it’s my fault.” Feyre spoke softly so as not to be overheard. She had already made a fool of herself. She didn’t need for it to happen again. But she nodded her head at his offer for a walk. The nightair will help her gain control over herself and push away that ugly jealousy feeling she had when Lelah hugged Rhysand. She was a child but he was hers.

Where the hell did that come from?

“The stars? I would like to see them. You can barely see them in Prythian.”