This male was full of surprises. He seemed to be like nothing she had been told about. Which didn’t make any kind of sense. He got his reputation for a reason and yet here he was in a beautiful home, cooking dinner for her, a human.

“Feyre… you can call me Feyre and I’m not really hungry.” The suppressors messed with her body and Feyre never really felt hungry which she always considered a blessing. There wasn’t a lot of food to go around back home.

“Where are we? And don’t say your home. You know what I mean.” They weren’t in Prythian. She had no idea where they were. She hadn’t realized that the High Lords lived outside of the city.