I stay silent. He pushes my shoulder, a challenge.
Those eyes went razor-sharp again. I failed. Every time. So, no. It did not go right.I didnt know what to say. Sympathy would likely earn me a tongue-lashing. So I opted for another route. We need to do something about Elain.
Nesta stiffened. And what solution do you propose, exactly? Letting your mate into her mind to scramble things around?Id never do that. I dont think Rhys can even … fix things like that.Nesta paced in front of the darkened fireplace. Everything has a cost. Maybe the cost of her youth and immortality was losing part of her sanity.
My knees wobbled enough that I took a seat on the deep-cushioned couch. What was your cost?Nesta stopped moving. Perhaps it was to see Elain suffer—while I got away unscathed.
I shot to my feet. Nesta—
Dont bother. But I trailed her as she strode for the stairs. To where Lucien was now descending the steps—and winced at the sight of her approach.But not from me? I asked quietly.
Tamlins green eyes were like frozen jade. You have a personal connection to those people. He does not.Thats the sort of thinking, I snapped, clutching the armrests, that has allowed for a wall to be the only solution between our two peoples; for the Fae to look at these sorts of murders and not care. I knew the guards outside could hear. Knew anyone walking by could hear. The loss of any life on either side is a personal connection. Or is it only High Fae lives that matter to you?
Tamlin stopped short. And snarled at Lucien, Get out. Ill deal with you later.Dont you talk to him like that, I hissed, shooting to my feet.