Feyre flinched at every chair that toppled over. Tampon moved closer and closer to her and who knew what would happen when he found her. But Rhys had said not to move.
“I still have time,” he replied evenly. But before he could say anything else, Tamlin pushed the chair Feyre was in. And, though she caught herself, the chair remaining upright, she flickered into view with a sharp gasp.
“Leave,” Rhysand ordered her, eyes never leaving Tamlin.