It was time to claim her again before lunch, before he allowed Lucien to take her on a ride through the villages. He entered her art studio, waving Alis out with the vicious command to prepare lunch as he trailed his lips up and down her neck in hungry want. Ianthe had come back, shaking in fear. Good. Rhysand was liviid and hurt. That fucker deserved it.
"It's time again, pet," he murmured huskily against her neck.