“Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. “You are, as always, free to go wherever and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is ... try to leave a note the next time.” The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not—not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but ... genuine terror of not knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. “I’m sorry,” I said. To him, to the others.” FeyreRhysandRhysSarahAcomafAcotarAcowarFeysandMaas Author:Sarah J Maas
“one week with him every month in exchange for his saving me from the brink of death." This is how Feyre was feeling at first... but then” AcomafAcomaf Rhysand Feyre Author:Sarah J Maas