"Because you are mine. You stabbed me in the heart, you and I broke Amarantha's curse. You turned High Fae, and you are mine. I'll admit that I thought if I...ignored the problem it would go away, would fix itself in time. That was clearly not the case, and I'll admit I let Ianthe run amuck, but," he yanked her back by the hair so she was looking at him. "We were made for each other, Feyre. You were fated for me. The curse would not have broken otherwise. You will not be going back to Rhysand and his cabal. I am warning you only once to fall in line before I force you back in line."