Favo Novel
Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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There were words being spoken around me. Two women.
Neither of them … neither of them was Amarantha.
“Please—please take care of her.” Alis.
From right by my ear, the other replied, “Consider yourselves very, very lucky that your High Lord was not here
when we arrived. Your guards will have one hell of a headache when they wake up, but they’re alive. Be grateful.”
Mor.
Mor held me—carried me.
The darkness guttered long enough that I could draw breath, that I could see the garden door she walked toward.
I opened my mouth, but she peered down at me and said, “Did you think his shield would keep us from you? Rhys
shattered it with half a thought.”
But I didn’t spy Rhys anywhere—not as the darkness swirled back in. I clung to her, trying to breathe, to think.
“You’re free,” Mor said tightly. “You’re free.”
Not safe. Not protected.
Free.
She carried me beyond the garden, into the fields, up a hill, down it, and into—into a cave— NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
I must have started bucking and thrashing in her arms, because she said, “You’re out; you’re free,” again and
again and again as true darkness swallowed us.
Half a heartbeat later, she emerged into sunlight—bright, strawberry-and-grass-scented sunlight. I had a thought
that this might be Summer, then—
Then a low, vicious growl split the air before us, cleaving even my darkness.
“I did everything by the book,” Mor said to the owner of that growl.
I was passed from her arms to someone else’s, and I struggled to breathe, fought for any trickle of air down my
lungs. Until Rhysand said, “Then we’re done here.”
Wind tore at me, along with ancient darkness.
But a sweeter, softer shade of night caressed me, stroking my nerves, my lungs, until I could at last get air inside,
until it seduced me into sleep.
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I woke to sunlight, and open space—nothing but clear sky and snowcapped mountains around me.
And Rhysand lounging in an armchair across from the couch where I was sprawled, gazing at the mountains, his
face uncharacteristically solemn.
I swallowed, and his head whipped toward me.
No kindness in his eyes. Nothing but unending, icy rage.
But he blinked, and it was gone. Replaced by perhaps relief. Exhaustion.
And the pale sunlight warming the moonstone floors … dawn. It was dawn. I didn’t want to think about how long
I’d been unconscious.
“What happened?” I said. My voice was hoarse. As if I’d been screaming.
“You were screaming,” he said. I didn’t care if my mental shield was up or down or completely shattered. “You also
managed to scare the shit out of every servant and sentry in Tamlin’s manor when you wrapped yourself in
darkness and they couldn’t see you.”
My stomach hollowed out. “Did I hurt any—”
“No. Whatever you did, it was contained to you.”
“You weren’t—”
“By law and protocol,” he said, stretching out his long legs, “things would have become very complicated and very
messy if I had been the one to walk into that house and take you. Smashing that shield was fine, but Mor had to
go in on her own two feet, render the sentries unconscious through her own power, and carry you over the border
to another court before I could bring you here. Or else Tamlin would have free rein to march his forces into my
lands to reclaim you. And as I have no interest in an internal war, we had to do everything by the book.”
That’s what Mor had said—that she did everything by the book.
But— “When I go back …”
“As your presence here isn’t part of our monthly requirement, you are under no obligation to go back.” He rubbed
at his temple. “Unless you wish to.”
The question settled in me like a stone sinking to the bottom of a pool. There was such quiet in me, such …
nothingness.
“He locked me in that house,” I managed to say.
A shadow of mighty wings spread behind Rhys’s chair. But his face was calm as he said, “I know. I felt you. Even
with your shields up—for once.”
I made myself meet his stare. “I have nowhere else to go.”
It was both a question and a plea.
He waved a hand, the wings fading. “Stay here for however long you want. Stay here forever, if you feel like it.”
“I—I need to go back at some point.”
“Say the word, and it’s done.” He meant it, too. Even if I could tell from the ire in his eyes that he didn’t like it. He’d
bring me back to the Spring Court the moment I asked.
Bring me back to silence, and those sentries, and a life of doing nothing but dressing and dining and planning
parties.
He crossed his ankle over a knee. “I made you an offer when you first came here: help me, and food, shelter,
clothing … All of it is yours.”
I’d been a beggar in the past. The thought of doing it now …
“Work for me,” Rhysand said. “I owe you, anyway. And we’ll figure out the rest day by day, if need be.”
I looked toward the mountains, as if I could see all the way to the Spring Court in the south. Tamlin would be
furious. He’d shred the manor apart.
But he’d … he’d locked me up. Either he so deeply misunderstood me or he’d been so broken by what went on
Under the Mountain, but … he’d locked me up.
“I’m not going back.” The words rang in me like a death knell. “Not—not until I figure things out.” I shoved against
the wall of anger and sorrow and outright despair as my thumb brushed over the vacant band of skin where that
ring had once sat.
One day at a time. Maybe—maybe Tamlin would come around. Heal himself, that jagged wound of festering fear.
Maybe I’d sort myself out. I didn’t know.
But I did know that if I stayed in that manor, if I was locked up one more time … It might finish the breaking that
Amarantha had started.
Rhysand summoned a mug of hot tea from nowhere and handed it to me. “Drink it.”
I took the mug, letting its warmth soak into my stiff fingers. He watched me until I took a sip, and then went back to
monitoring the mountains. I took another sip—peppermint and … licorice and another herb or spice.
I wasn’t going back. Maybe I’d never even … gotten to come back. Not from Under the Mountain.
When the mug was half-finished, I fished for something, anything, to say to keep the crushing silence at bay. “The
darkness—is that … part of the power you gave me?”
“One would assume so.”
I drained the rest of the mug. “No wings?”
“If you inherited some of Tamlin’s shape-shifting, perhaps you can make wings of your own.”
A shiver went down my spine at the thought, at the claws I’d grown that day with Lucien. “And the other High
Lords? Ice—that’s Winter. That shield I once made of hardened wind—who did that come from? What might the
others have given me? Is—is winnowing tied to any one of you in particular?”
He considered. “Wind? The Day Court, likely. And winnowing—it’s not confined to any court. It’s wholly dependent
on your own reserve of power—and training.” I didn’t feel like mentioni
ng how spectacularly I’d failed to even move an inch. “And as for the gifts you got from everyone else … That’s for
you to find out, I suppose.”
“I should have known your goodwill would wear off after a minute.”
Rhys let out a low chuckle and got to his feet, stretching his muscled arms over his head and rolling his neck. As if
he’d been sitting there for a long, long while. For the entirety of the night. “Rest a day or two, Feyre,” he said.
“Then take on the task of figuring out everything else. I have business in another part of my lands; I’ll be back by
the end of the week.”
Despite how long I’d slept, I was so tired—tired in my bones, in my crumpled heart. When I didn’t reply, Rhys
strode off between the moonstone pillars.
And I saw how I would spend the next few days: in solitude, with nothing to do and only my own, horrible thoughts
for company. I began speaking before I could reconsider. “Take me with you.”
Rhys halted as he pushed through two purple gossamer curtains. And slowly, he turned back. “You should rest.”
“I’ve rested enough,” I said, setting down the empty mug and standing. My head spun slightly. When had I last
eaten? “Wherever you’re going, whatever you’re doing—take me along. I’ll stay out of trouble. Just … Please.” I
hated the last word; choked on it. It hadn’t done anything to sway Tamlin.
For a long moment, Rhys said nothing. Then he prowled toward me, his long stride eating up the distance and his
face set like stone. “If you come with me, there is no going back. You will not be allowed to speak of what you see
to anyone outside of my court. Because if you do, people will die—my people will die. So if you come, you will
have to lie about it forever; if you return to the Spring Court, you cannot tell anyone there what you see, and who
you meet, and what you will witness. If you would rather not have that between you and—your friends, then stay
here.”
Stay here, stay locked up in the Spring Court … My chest was a gaping, open wound. I wondered if I’d bleed out
from it—if a spirit could bleed out and die. Maybe that had already happened. “Take me with you,” I breathed. “I
won’t tell anyone what I see. Even—them.” I couldn’t bear to say his name.
Rhys studied me for a few heartbeats. And finally he gave me a half smile. “We leave in ten minutes. If you want
to freshen up, go ahead.”
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