"I appreciate it," Andras returned with a grin as he leaned over to kiss her cheek before they left the room. He did not look back. The only thing he had to look for was Feyre, and forward with his life.
"How long has this city been here?" he asked. "Well before Amarantha's attack?" he asked with some awe as he glanced out a window and saw the warmly lit streets below. "Rhysand is...truly powerful..."