"Ianthe has being throughly whipped for that," oh he had punished the woman good. "Feyre," he cupped her face. "You love me and I love you. I will ignore the fact that you left willingly," oh yes, he knew that much. "But there will be no more insubordination. You will fall in line, you will be my Lady, and things will go back to how they were supposed to be. We broke Amarantha's curse because we belong together. I am not throwing that away. You are mine."