"It's a lot older than you. I think it was his great grandfather that started this place, and protected it. Each generation has fed into it to keep it that way. Until recently." Feyre had to fight to keep from chuckling at his astonishment.
Though his admission of hating Rhys did sober her up a little. Both of her lips rolled in against her teeth. It wasn't the same as the sight from the House of the Wind, but she knew it was breath taking. But so was he. Seeing it through his eyes, was like seeing it all for the first time. Without Rhys sitting half naked in the lounge chair.