He looked at her calmly and cooly for now. "I'm not doing anything expect rescuing my fiancee from a monster, sweetheart," he cooed, though there was barely contained rage there. He'd deal with that, deal with her leaving him later. But for now...
"Ianthe, take Feyre to her rooms," the command to lock her in was left unsaid. Ianthe knew what to do. SHE was loyal.