"It's the mating bond, Rhys," Feyre said softly. "It's not a joke. The girl doesn't seem aware, but Tamlin noticed it for sure. That stiffening once he got here? It was it snapping into place."
"Fuck," Rhys breathed. "Okay...well...first of all son, congratulations. Nobody is mad that you mated with the Princes of Spring. Our issues with Tamlin died a long time ago. I know you're going through a lot right now, so if you have...questions, we are here to help."