Feyre sucked in a breath with the mask fell away. She had half expected it to remain. The last piece the end of curse she had died for. That he had died for. And he was beautiful. More so than Tamlin had been.
In that instant she wanted him to see it gone. She switched her hold on his hand and practically dragged him through the house, and up the stairs. Into the room that had been hers before she had knowledge of the mating bond between her and Rhys. Half of her stuff was still inside... but there was also a standing mirror.