"And what was it you were doing?" he asked in turn, his bright violet eyes slipping away from her and her chair to look about the room once more.
"Were those images of your friends?" Rhysand carried on, though perhaps if he had been watching her one had to wonder how long he'd been there in the first place. He shifted where he lay, raising his pelvis slightly before settling down, his wings flexing and stretching even farther out from side to side. The sharp talon of the right wing was only feet from Katherine. She probably could have stepped on the leathery membrane that was the wing itself without moving from her chair.