At least he wasn’t forcing her to eat more. If he had, Feyre was certain she would have thrown everything up. “I’m ready,” she nodded, pushing her chair back. “I’ll see you at dinner, Tamlin.” She was certain he’d insist on another coupling as soon as possible. Either before or right after.
But for now, she followed Lucien out of the dining hall and toward the stables, silent and withdrawn, even as her favorite horse was led out, saddled and waiting for her.