Feyre was a ball of conflicting emotions as she was finally let out of her room and presented to the High Lord of the Night Court. But she knew one thing for sure was that she was going to die. Everyone knew that the ‘Dark Lord’ did not tolerate humans. Maybe it was a good thing that she was going to be killed as she had been locked up in her room without anyone or her suppressors. Feyre didn’t want to be owned and her soft Omega scent would be slipping through the cracks of the suppressor.
So she paled at the sight of Rhysand and his bright smile even though he was the most beautiful fae she had ever seen. Then she got a lung full of his and Tamlin’s scent, Rhysand’s was so much stronger, and the young human had to swallow hard and stop herself from squirming.
“I… don’t have it.” It was the truth as Tamlin had taken the ring as proof of her skills. Feyre swallowed hard, trying not to take in a deep breath, and took a step back. She had been locked away by herself for days, no matter how hard she banged on the door or yelled, and now she was being thrown to the Dark Lord. It was all a little too much for her and her bruised knuckles.
“There is no point in lying, you stupid girl.” Tamlin growled out as he moved to grab her by her arm and shove her towards Rhysand. Tamlin hadn’t caught on to the sweet smell of Omega as he manhandled her. “He has video proof that you stole from him. You thought stealing from a High Lord would keep your family safe?”
Feyre stumbled forward and fell at Rhysand’s feet as she was practically thrown there by Tamlin. Hands and knees smarting, Feyre turned her head and glared at Tamlin.
“You....” She had to think of her family, of her sisters, and she bit back her words. “Lord Tamlin took the ring from me… no doubt to give it back to its rightful owner. I don’t have it.” Her words were soft and spoken to Rhysand even though she was still glaring at Tamlin.
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So she paled at the sight of Rhysand and his bright smile even though he was the most beautiful fae she had ever seen. Then she got a lung full of his and Tamlin’s scent, Rhysand’s was so much stronger, and the young human had to swallow hard and stop herself from squirming.
“I… don’t have it.” It was the truth as Tamlin had taken the ring as proof of her skills. Feyre swallowed hard, trying not to take in a deep breath, and took a step back. She had been locked away by herself for days, no matter how hard she banged on the door or yelled, and now she was being thrown to the Dark Lord. It was all a little too much for her and her bruised knuckles.
“There is no point in lying, you stupid girl.” Tamlin growled out as he moved to grab her by her arm and shove her towards Rhysand. Tamlin hadn’t caught on to the sweet smell of Omega as he manhandled her. “He has video proof that you stole from him. You thought stealing from a High Lord would keep your family safe?”
Feyre stumbled forward and fell at Rhysand’s feet as she was practically thrown there by Tamlin. Hands and knees smarting, Feyre turned her head and glared at Tamlin.
“You....” She had to think of her family, of her sisters, and she bit back her words. “Lord Tamlin took the ring from me… no doubt to give it back to its rightful owner. I don’t have it.” Her words were soft and spoken to Rhysand even though she was still glaring at Tamlin.