With one last look at Rhysand, Feyre went to find the bathroom. She missed him and was grateful for the space as she stepped into the small room. She blinked at the sight of her and then made a face. No wonder he asked her to wash up. She ran her hands through her hair and washed her face before she washed her hands. Taking a calm breath Feyre centered herself before she left and headed for the kitchen.

There was another face made at ‘Feyre darling’ before she moved to sit down at the table. The food smelled so good but she just wasn’t hungry.

“Water will be fine. Should I be expecting anyone to show up? Or is it just us?”