There wasn’t much to my packing and farewells. I was somewhat surprised when Alis clothed me in
an outfit very unlike my usual garb—frilly and confining and binding in all the wrong places. Some
mortal fashion among the wealthy, no doubt. The dress was made up of layers of pale pink silk,
accented with white and blue lace. Alis placed a short, lightweight jacket of white linen on me, and
atop my head she angled an absurd little ivory hat, clearly for decoration. I half expected a parasol to
go with it.
I said as much to Alis, who clicked her tongue. “Shouldn’t you be giving me a weepy farewell?”
I tugged at the lace gloves—useless and flimsy. “I don’t like good-byes. If I could, I’d just walk
out and not say anything.”
Alis gave me a long look. “I don’t like them, either.”
I went to the door, but despite myself, I said, “I hope you get to be with your nephews again soon.”
“Make the most of your freedom” was all she said.
Downstairs, Lucien snorted at the sight of me. “Those clothes are enough to convince me I never
want to enter the human realm.”
“I’m not sure the human realm would know what to do with you,” I said.
Lucien’s smile was edged, his shoulders tight as he gave a sharp look behind me to where Tam
was waiting in front of a gilded carriage. When he turned back, that metal eye narrowed. “I thought
you were smarter than this.”
“Good-bye to you, too,” I said. Friend indeed. It wasn’t my choice, or my fault that they’d kept the
bulk of their conflict from me. Even if I could do nothing against the blight, or against the creatures, or
against Amarantha—whoever she was.
Lucien shook his head, his scar stark in the bright sun, and stalked toward Tamlin, despite the High
Lord’s warning growl. “You’re not even going to give her a few more days? Just a few—before you
send her back to that human cesspit?” Lucien demanded.
“This isn’t up for debate,” Tamlin snapped, pointing at the house. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Lucien stared him down for a moment, spat on the ground, and stormed up the stairs. Tamlin didn’t
reprimand him.
I might have thought more on Lucien’s words, might have shouted a retort after him, but … My
chest hollowed out as I faced Tamlin in front of the gilded carriage, my hands sweaty within the
gloves.
“Remember what I told you,” he said. I nodded, too busy memorizing the lines of his face to reply.
Had he meant what I thought he’d said last night—that he loved me? I shifted, already aching in the
little white pumps into which Alis had stuffed my poor feet. “The mortal realm remains safe—for
you, for your family.” I nodded, wondering whether he might have tried to persuade me to leave our
territory, to sail south, but understood that I would have refused to be so far from the wall, from him.
That going back to my family was as far as I would allow to be sent from his side.
“My paintings—they’re yours,” I said, unable to come up with anything better to express how I
felt, what it did to me to be sent away, and how terrified I was of the carriage looming behind me.
He lifted my chin with a finger. “I will see you again.”
He kissed me, and pulled away too quickly. I swallowed hard, fighting the burning in my eyes. I
love you, Feyre.
I turned before my vision blurred, but he was immediately there to help me into the opulent
carriage. He watched me take my seat through the open door, his face a mask of calm. “Ready?”
No, no, I wasn’t ready, not after last night, not after all these months. But I nodded. If Rhysand
came back, if this Amarantha person was indeed such a threat that I would only be another body for
Tamlin to defend … I needed to go.
He shut the door, sealing me inside with a click that sounded through me. He leaned through the
open window to caress my cheek—and I could have sworn that I felt my heart crack. The footman
snapped the whip.
Tamlin’s fingers brushed my mouth. The carriage jolted as the six white horses started into a walk.
I bit my lip to keep it from wobbling.
Tamlin smiled at me one last time. “I love you,” he said, and stepped away.
I should say it—I should say those words, but they got stuck in my throat, because … because of
what he had to face, because he might not find me again despite his promise, because … because
beneath it all, he was an immortal, and I would grow old and die. And maybe he meant it now, and
perhaps last night had been as altering for him as it had been for me, but … I would not become a
burden to him. I would not become another weight pressing upon his shoulders.
So I said nothing as the carriage moved. And I did not look back as we passed through the manor
gates and into the forest beyond.
Almost as soon as the carriage entered the woods, the sparkle of magic stuffed itself up my nose and I
was dragged into a deep sleep. I was furious when I jerked awake, wondering why it had been at all
necessary, but the air was full of the thunderous clopping of hooves against a flagstone path. Rubbing
my eyes, I peered out the window to see a sloping drive lined with conical hedges and irises. I had
never been here before.
I took in as many details as I could as the carriage came to a stop before a chateau of white marble
and emerald roofs—nearly as large as Tamlin’s manor.
The faces of the approaching servants were unfamiliar, and I kept my face blank as I gripped the
footman’s hand and stepped out of the carriage.
Human. He was utterly human, with his rounded ears, his ruddy face, his clothes.
The other servants were human, too—all of them restless, not at all like the utter stillness with
which the High Fae held themselves. Unfinished, graceless creatures of earth and blood.
The servants were eyeing me but keeping back—shrinking away. Did I look so grand, then? I
straightened at the flurry of motion and color that burst from the front doors.
I recognized my sisters before they saw me. They approached, smoothing their fine dresses, their
brows rising at the gilded carriage.
That cracking, caved-in feeling in my chest worsened. Tamlin had said he’d taken care of my
family, but this …
Nesta spoke first, curtsying low. Elain followed suit. “Welcome to our home,” Nesta said a bit
flatly, her eyes on the ground. “Lady …”
I let out a stark laugh. “Nesta,” I said, and she went rigid. I laughed again. “Nesta, don’t you
recognize your own sister?”
Elain gasped. “Feyre?” She reached for me, but paused. “What of Aunt Ripleigh, then? Is she …
dead?”
That was the story, I remembered—that I’d gone to care for a long-lost, wealthy aunt. I nodded
slowly. Nesta took in my clothes and carriage, the pearls that were woven into her gold-brown hair
gleaming in the sunlight. “She left you her fortune,” Nesta stated flatly. It wasn’t a question.
“Feyre, you should have told us!” Elain said, still gaping. “Oh, how awful—and you had to endure
losing her all on your own, you poor thing. Father will be devastated that he didn’t get to pay his
respects.”
Such … such simple things: relatives dying and fortunes being left and paying respect to the dead.
And yet—yet … a weight I hadn’t realized I’d still been carrying eased. These were the only things
that worried them now.
“Why are you being so quiet?” Nesta said, keeping her distance.
I’d forgotten how cunning her eyes were, how cold. She’d been made differently, from something
harder and stronger than bone and blood. She was as different from the humans around us as I had
become.
“I’m … glad to see how well your own fortunes have improved,” I managed. “What happened?”
The driver—glamoured to look human, no mask in sight—began unloading trunks for the footmen. I
hadn’t known Tamlin had sent me off with belongings.
Elain beamed. “Didn’t you get our letters?” She didn’t remember—or maybe she’d never actually
known, then, that I wouldn’t have been able to read them, anyway. When I shook my head, she
complained about the uselessness of the post and then said, “Oh, you’ll never believe it! Almost a
week after you went to care for Aunt Ripleigh, some stranger appeared at our door and asked Father
to invest his money for him! Father was hesitant because the offer was so good, but the stranger
insisted, so Father did it. He gave us a trunk of gold just for agreeing! Within a month, he’d doubled
the man’s investment, and then money started pouring in. And you know what? All those ships we lost
were found in Bharat, complete with Father’s profits!”
Tamlin—Tamlin had done that for them. I ignored the growing hollowness in my chest.
“Feyre, you look as dumbfounded as we were,” Elain said, hooking elbows with me. “Come
inside. We’ll show you the house! We don’t have a room decorated for you, because we thought
you’d be with poor old Aunt Ripleigh for months yet, but we have so many bedrooms that you can
sleep in a different one each night if you wish!”
I glanced over my shoulder at Nesta, who watched me with a carefully blank face. So she hadn’t
married Tomas Mandray after all.
“Father will likely faint when he sees you,” Elain babbled on, patting my hand as she escorted me
toward the main door. “Oh, maybe he’ll throw a ball in your honor, too!”
Nesta fell into step behind us, a quiet, stalking presence. I didn’t want to know what she was
thinking. I wasn’t certain whether I should be furious or relieved that they’d gotten on so well without
me—and whether Nesta was wondering the same.
Horseshoes clopped, and the carriage began ambling down the driveway—away from me, back to
my true home, back to Tamlin. It took all my will to keep from running after it.
He had said he loved me, and I’d felt the truth of it with our lovemaking, and he’d sent me away to
keep me safe; he’d freed me from the Treaty to keep me safe. Because whatever storm was about to
break in Prythian was brutal enough that even a High Lord couldn’t stand against it.
I had to stay; it was wise to stay here. But I couldn’t fight the sensation, like a darkening shadow
within me, that I’d made a very, very big mistake in leaving, no matter Tamlin’s orders. Stay with the
High Lord, the Suriel had said. Its only command.
I shoved the thought from my mind as my father wept at the sight of me and did indeed order a ball
in my honor. And though I knew that the promise I had once made to my mother was fulfilled—though
I knew that I truly was free of it, and that my family was forever cared for … that growing,
lengthening shadow blanketed my heart.
