Was it really using him if they had been flirting with one another? But Feyre’s gaze dropped, letting Mor and Amren help her disrobe and then settle into the bath.
“…can you burn those?” She was focused on scrubbing every square inch of herself. Thank goodness they hadn’t used anything gardenia scented. Even if it was still floral the evening primrose scent couldn’t be mistaken for gardenia. And she hesitated a moment before asking another question.
“Do you have something to prevent…?” Desperate eyes rose to meet Mor’s. She couldn’t take the risk that she’d bear Tamlin’s child.