A Court of Mist and Fury

Chapter 15

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“Please take me home.”

He shrugged and rose. “I’ll tell Mor you said good-bye.”

“I barely saw her all week.” Just that first meeting—then that conversation yesterday. When we

hadn’t exchanged two words.

“She was waiting for an invitation—she didn’t want to pester you. I wish she extended me the same

courtesy.”

“No one told me.” I didn’t particularly care. No doubt she had better things to do, anyway.

“You didn’t ask. And why bother? Better to be miserable and alone.” He approached, each step

smooth, graceful. His hair was definitely ruffled, as if he’d been dragging his hands through it. Or

just flying for hours to whatever secret spot. “Have you thought about my offer?”

“I’ll let you know next month.”

He stopped a hand’s breadth away, his golden face tight. “I told you once, and I’ll tell you again,” he

said. “I am not your enemy.”

“And I told you once, so I’ll tell you again. You’re Tamlin’s enemy. So I suppose that makes you

mine.”

“Does it?”

“Free me from my bargain and let’s find out.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

He just extended his hand. “Shall we go?”

I nearly lunged for it. His fingers were cool, sturdy—callused from weapons I’d never seen on him.

Darkness gobbled us up, and it was instinct to grab him as the world vanished from beneath my

feet. Winnowing indeed. Wind tore at me, and his arm was a warm, heavy weight across my back

while we tumbled through realms, Rhys snickering at my terror.

But then solid ground—flagstones—were under me, then blinding sunshine above, greenery, little

birds chirping—

I shoved away from him, blinking at the brightness, at the massive oak hunched over us. An oak at

the edge of the formal gardens—of home.

I made to bolt for the manor house, but Rhys gripped my wrist. His eyes flashed between me and

the manor. “Good luck,” he crooned.

“Get your hand off me.”

He chuckled, letting go.

“I’ll see you next month,” he said, and before I could spit on him, he vanished.

I found Tamlin in his study, Lucien and two other sentries standing around the map-covered

worktable.

Lucien was the first to turn to where I lurked in the doorway, falling silent mid-sentence. But then

Tamlin’s head snapped up, and he was racing across the room, so fast that I hardly had time to

draw breath before he was crushing me against him.

I murmured his name as my throat burned, and then—

Then he was holding me at arm’s length, scanning me from head to toe. “Are you all right? Are you

hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I said, noticing the exact moment when he realized the Night Court clothes I was wearing,

the strip of bare skin exposed at my midriff. “No one touched me.”

But he kept scouring my face, my neck. And then he rotated me, examining my back, as if he could

discern through the clothes. I tore out of his grip. “I said no one touched me.”

He was breathing hard, his eyes wild. “You’re all right,” he said. And then said it again. And again.

My heart cracked, and I reached to cup his cheek. “Tamlin,” I murmured. Lucien and the other

sentries, wisely, made their exit. My friend caught my gaze as he left, giving me a relieved smile.

“He can harm you in other ways,” Tamlin croaked, closing his eyes against my touch.

“I know—but I’m all right. I truly am,” I said as gently as I could. And then noticed the study walls—

the claw marks raked down them. All over them. And the table they’d been using … that was new.

“You trashed the study.”

“I trashed half the house,” he said, leaning forward to press his brow to mine. “He took you away, he NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

stole you—”

“And left me alone.”

Tamlin pulled back, growling. “Probably to get you to drop your guard. You have no idea what

games he plays, what he’s capable of doing—”

“I know,” I said, even as it tasted like ash on my tongue. “And the next time, I’ll be careful—”

“There won’t be a next time.”

I blinked. “You found a way out?” Or perhaps Ianthe had.

“I’m not letting you go.”

“He said there were consequences for breaking a magical bargain.”

“Damn the consequences.” But I heard it for the empty threat it was—and how much it destroyed

him. That was who he was, what he was: protector, defender. I couldn’t ask him to stop being that

way—to stop worrying about me.

I rose onto my toes and kissed him. There was so much I wanted to ask him, but—later. “Let’s go

upstairs,” I said onto his lips, and he slid his arms around me.

“I missed you,” he said between kisses. “I went out of my mind.”

That was all I needed to hear. Until—

“I need to ask you some questions.”

I let out a low sound of affirmation, but angled my head further. “Later.” His body was so warm, so

hard against mine, his scent so familiar—

Tamlin gripped my waist, pressing his brow to my own. “No—now,” he said, but groaned softly as I

slid my tongue against his teeth. “While … ” He pulled back, ripping his mouth from mine. “While it’s

all fresh in your mind.”

I froze, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the back of his tunic. “What?”

Tamlin stepped back, shaking his head as if to clear the desire addling his senses. We hadn’t been

apart for so long since Amarantha, and he wanted to press me for information about the Night

Court? “Tamlin.”

But he held up a hand, his eyes locked on mine as he called for Lucien.

In the moments that it took for his emissary to appear, I straightened my clothes—the top that had

ridden up my torso—and finger-combed my hair. Tamlin just strode to his desk and plopped down,

motioning for me to take a seat in front of it. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, as Lucien’s strolling

footsteps neared again. “This is for our own good. Our safety.”

I took in the shredded walls, the scuffed and chipped furniture. What nightmares had he suffered,

waking and asleep, while I was away? What had it been like, to imagine me in his enemy’s hands,

after seeing what Amarantha had done to me?

“I know,” I murmured at last. “I

know, Tamlin.” Or I was trying to know.

I’d just slid into the low-backed chair when Lucien strode in, shutting the door behind him. “Glad to

see you in one piece, Feyre,” he said, claiming the seat beside me. “I could do without the Night

Court attire, though.”

Tamlin gave a low growl of agreement. I said nothing. Yet I understood—I really did—why it’d be an

affront to them.

Tamlin and Lucien exchanged glances, speaking without uttering a word in that way only people

who had been partners for centuries could do. Lucien gave a slight nod and leaned back in his chair

—to listen, to observe.

“We need you to tell us everything,” Tamlin said. “The layout of the Night Court, who you saw, what

weapons and powers they bore, what Rhys did, who he spoke to, any and every detail you can

recall.”

“I didn’t realize I was a spy.”

Lucien shifted in his seat, but Tamlin said, “As much as I hate your bargain, you’ve been granted

access into the Night Court. Outsiders rarely get to go in—and if they do, they rarely come out in

one piece. And if they can function, their memories are usually … scrambled. Whatever Rhysand is

hiding in there, he doesn’t want us knowing about it.”

A chill slithered down my spine. “Why do you want to know? What are you going to do?”

“Knowing my enemy’s plans, his lifestyle, is vital. As for what we’re going to do … That’s neither

here nor there.” His green eyes pinned me. “Start with the layout of the court. Is it true it’s under a

mountain?”

“This feels an awful lot like an interrogation.”

Lucien sucked in a breath, but remained silent.

Tamlin spread his hands on the desk. “We need to know these things, Feyre. Or—or can you not

remember?” Claws glinted at his knuckles.

“I can remember everything,” I said. “He didn’t damage my mind.” And before he could question me

further, I began to speak of all that I had seen.

Because I trust you, Rhysand had said. And maybe—maybe he had scrambled my mind, even with

the lessons in shielding, because describing the layout of his home, his court, the mountains around

them, felt like bathing in oil and mud. He was my enemy, he was holding me to a bargain I’d made

from pure desperation—

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