She could practically feel the claws. Feel that wildness crawl over her skin, now wasn't the time for her traitorous body chime in with what that wild side did. Now wasn't because his feelings were more important than anything else.
But his confession almost knocked the wind out of her. She liked him, of course she liked him. Feyre was fairly sure that she could swim in that wildness, and not come up for days... But she'd been afraid to poke it farther than that. Sketch books were full of every inch.
She cleared her throat, and pushed back the shock of the words brought on. "I was poor before any of this. I don't know what to do with any of this. And Katherine is his mate." Not me. The unspoken words clanged around in her head, as she thrust her hand out toward the city and beyond. "I don't want any of this. Do you know what I wanted before Tamlin came and took me from that?"