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eyes roll, contemplating her offer for half a second — his pride to prove himself quickly losing to the bitter chill that danced across his spine. the first thing he’d looked for upon arriving was a thermostat, only to find it broken. naturally. “ only since you insist. ” he realizes his gaze may be lingering on her for far too long, taking in the sight of his clothes on her, how his sweatshirt swallows her up. how she still manages to look so perfect, despite damp tresses messily falling over her shoulders. he averts his eyes to the flask. the only way he’ll make it through this. “ i’ll be on my best behavior, promise. ” hands raise to show his palms in surrender, though the smirk on his lips says otherwise.
he carefully sits on the edge of the mattress, his back turned to her, as if one abrupt movement would cause her to change her mind, head tilting back as he takes another swig of his liquid courage. in the moment of silence, he can feel the heaviness of her breaths, the way she shifts completely, as if he knows exactly what’s on her mind. her question is only confirmation of what he suspected. lucien finding them was unexpected — the panic rhysand felt, when for a moment he thought there might’ve been a chance feyre would actually go with him, was even more so. it twisted at him, consuming him until he was frozen, unable to even spew any of his usual insults at him. he was fully ready to face the fact that he would never see her again. yet she defied all expectations, turning even lucien’s face pallid, standing her ground. there won’t ever be a time where he forgets that. where he regrets any of this.
he turns to face feyre, throwing all caution to the wind as he shifts closer. his head slowly shakes, features hardening. his response is quick, stern — as if he couldn’t let her even wonder for a second longer where he stands. “ no. never. ”
my clothes soaked, i had no choice but to change into a pair of tattered leggings and the dry, black sweatshirt rhys had lent me, trying to ignore the faint scent of his cologne. i busied myself in the bathroom longer than i needed to, becoming increasingly aware of the forced proximity we would have to endure tonight. only exiting after i heard him on the other side of the door. shaking off the adrenaline that had fueled me all day, perhaps i should’ve been more scared — knowing both tamlin and hybern were after us, but all i could think about was the wet, shirtless rhys on the floor. “ i have a hard time believing your silver spooned sensibilities would allow for that. ” i had to step over his legs to cross the room. “ there’s plenty of room, ” i shrugged, knowing full well there wasn’t, but i was so used to sharing.
“ this is luxury, ” i gladly took the flask from him, taking a decent sized gulp, hardly wincing from the burn this time. i was leaning to love the pain. handing the whiskey back to him, i ripped open a bag of chips, before situating myself and sitting criss cross on the bed. aside from the loud crunch of chips, silence enveloped the tiny room, as some level of exhaustion began to wear on me as i considered the day’s events. the realization that tamlin had sent lucien to find us, to bring me back. knowing i was reluctantly the center of so much of this chaos. just dragging them all down with me. “ are you starting to regret it yet? ” helping me.