“Wait- what- no.” Feyre was being pulled out of the manor before she was able to gather her thoughts. The scent of an Alpha in rage had made Feyre freeze, trying not to be the target of that rage, and by the time her brain caught up with what was going on she was already out the door.

She tried to pull her arm out of Rhysand’s grip, his delicious Alpha scent was calling to her but she was refusing to acknowledge it. Or at least that was what she was telling herself.

“I’m staying here. I have to stay here.” She hated Tamlin and she hated her room and she hated the manor but Tamlin was keeping her family safe. “Please… I don’t want to die.” She knew Rhysand would kill her because she was a mere human.