Rhysand took another step in and wrapped his arms around the both of them. His eyes stared into the distance, burning with fury and piercing with that cyan ice color, but his expression itself was soft when he finally blinked and bowed his head.
He will take a special seat in the court for this... A special seat in Hell, as it were, chained up and tortured for the rest of his miserable lifetime. Death was too good for this creep.
"Katherine, take him home. I'm going to winnow for a healer. We'll catch up in a moment."