“You kill humans. Everyone knows it.” Feyre couldn’t help but be defensive even though she was at the mercy of this Alpha. He had all the control and well she had none. She was backed into a corner but Feyre wouldn’t give up.

She didn’t notice the glamor or the road that they were travelling on didn’t seem to really change as they drove. No, all of Feyre’s focus was on the Dark Lord and fading scent. She caught herself leaning in, wanting to press her face against his neck and the sensitive scent gland that was there. But Feyre tried to play it off as just shifting in her seat.

“Give me a reason to trust you.” She didn’t want her status to be known to the world. Feyre didn’t want her freedom and choice taken from her and she especially didn’t want her family to be harmed. “Because we are out of the city on some unknown road and I’m pretty sure you’re going to kill me.” Or worse, claim her.