“Of course,” Ianthe murmured, bowing quickly and scurrying away. Missives were drawn up and sent to the other courts but she would stop by the Autumn Court to ask Beron to visit and then she’d very quickly pay the Night Court a visit. She really would delight in telling Rhysand exactly where Feyre was. And that he’d never get the chance to speak to her again.
Beron had been all too willing to help Tamlin and with a smile and a nod of thanks, Ianthe was on her way. This was what the Lord of the Night Court got for refusing her.