Re: Revenge of the Dads
"My sentiments..." Rhysand nodded as he rushed toward Lucy. He looked down at her with such kind, concerned eyes and stroked back her hair once. There was a quiet moment in which he followed her memories, his eyes closed before raised his head and looked around once more. There was no longer kindness in the bright, unnatural cyan eyes of the high fae--only rage.
"We need to release them back to their worlds," he mused with a bite to his voice as if he were clenching his teeth. It was then he saw his double. Another. And another.
"Ugh. If we have to fight ourselves I vote we trade. I don't want to be stuck in an endless draw."