“You’re lucky I’m not curled up in a ball right now,” Feyre advised, eyes serious even if her voice was thick. Because it was only due to the things she’d learned at the Night Court that she hadn’t crumbled completely.
Her hand stretched out, taking Lucien’s. “He’s coming.” She would make the decision for him. He simply couldn’t stay there. Not when Tamlin was so volatile. “But let’s go. Now, please. If he comes looking for us…”. She’d never get away again. He would break her completely.