“A thief for higher is a legal job.” Even though she wasn’t hungry and was taking in the Alpha’s strong scent with each breath, she snacked on the pieces of carrots that Rhysand left. They were too good not to eat. Fresh and perfect bite size pieces.

She watched the High Lord move around her as he set the table for them. It caused his scent to drift over to her and her eyes started to get glassy again with need. She swallowed hard and licked her lips as she pushed down those urges.

Feyre made a face at his gentle order and showed him her hands. “They are clean. Nicked and that cut might need a bandage but they are clean.” But she slid off of the counter. “Where is the bathroom?”