Feyre’s knees actually gave out at that, the only thing saving her from going down hard was Amir’s grip around her waist.
“Not married,” she repeated, as though she couldn’t quite believe it. The relief was so intense that she almost didn’t know what to do with herself. “I’m not married.” Thank the Mother. And the. Her head snapped up, looking to Mor desperately.
“Is it true, though? If I’m married, even a high lord could not take me?” If so she was going to have to go in search of Rhysand. Right that moment if necessary.