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Tamlin doesn't hate Feyre. Lucien hates Feyre. Feyre's plan? Get Lucien to "plead her case" to Tamlin. So go to the one who probably wants you dead to get the one who's trying to be nice to you to... Be nice to you?
I didn’t doubt Tamlin’s claim that the rest of Prythian was deadly for a human—and if there was indeed some blight on these lands … I was better off here for the time being.
But not without trying to find someone who might plead my case to Tamlin.
At this point Feyre is completely unaware of the need for her and still thinks that according to the treaty she must remain in Prythian.
She does however know that she's likely in the safest place, her family is taken care of and she's not a slave or servant. She even thinks to herself there's not really anything she can do if she gets back home.
SJM also didn't really build an emotional connection between Feyre and her family so why would the reader believe or care about Feyre wanting to go home??
I’d never been particularly good with words, had never learned the social warfare my sisters and mother had been so adept at...
I feel bad for her
we know sweetie, don't worry, sjm got a mind reader in the bag so you won't have to learn or grow as a person and even though you'll be HL you'll have no real power or job so it won't matter then either
Feyre can hear the Fae of the manor but not see them. I think it's Alis' nephews. They're laughing at her. I wanna see what Fae kids are like
And the plates … I could have bought a team of horses, a plow, and a field for just one of them. Disgusting.
Acotar Feyre hauls out the guillotine for High Lady Feyre
The stable boys she can see for some reason and they all have horse masks. Were they at Amarantha's ball too? Did she invite literally every member of Tamlin's court? And as stable boys why would you all wear horse masks to a fancy party? Was it a work event?
Chapter 9
Again, in retrospect, Lucien knows they need Feyre so why is he so committed to acting like he wants her dead or gone. SJM don't make your characters look stupid challenge: failed for the 498th time.
"He cares about Andras" Andras literally gave his life so they would have this chance??
"Where is the rest of Tamlin’s court?" Feyre says this and we're supposed to believe she doesn't know he's the high lord???
“Something was sent from the shit-holes of Hell,” Lucien and Jurian definitely bonded over how much they personally hate Amarantha.
Anyway,” Lucien went on, “the High Fae don’t have specific powers the way the lesser faeries do...
A lie????
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I hadn’t let myself really look yesterday, but now, in the empty hall with no one to see me…a flash of color amid a shadowy, gloomy background made me stop, a riot of color and texture that compelled me to face the gilded frame.
I’d never—never—seen anything like it.
It’s just a still life, a part of me said. And it was: a green glass vase with an assortment of flowers drooping over its narrow top, blossoms and leaves of every shape and size and color—roses, tulips, morning glory, goldenrod, maiden’s lace, peonies…
The skill it must have taken to make them look so lifelike, to make them more than lifelike… Just a vase of flowers against a dark background—but more than that; the flowers seemed to be vibrant with their own light, as if in defiance of the shadows gathered around them. The mastery needed to make the glass vase hold that light, to bend the light with the water within, as if the vase did indeed have weight to it atop its stone pedestal… Remarkable.
I could have stared at it for hours—and the countless paintings along this hall alone could have occupied my entire day—but… garden. Plans.
Still, as I moved on, I couldn’t deny that this place was far more … civilized than I’d thought. Peaceful, even, if I was willing to admit it.
And if the High Fae were indeed gentler than human legend and rumor had led me to believe, then maybe
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Though I supposed that for Tamlin—for High Fae used to ethereal, flawless beauty—it had been a struggle to find a compliment. Faerie bastard.
Alis finished my plait, and I jumped from the bench before she could weave in little flowers from the basket she’d brought. I would have lived up to my namesake were it not for the effects of poverty, but I’d never particularly cared. Beauty didn’t mean anything in the forest.
When I asked Alis what I was to do now—what I was to do with the entirety of my mortal life—she shrugged and suggested a walk in the gardens. I almost laughed, but I kept my tongue still. I’d be foolish to push aside potential allies. I doubted she had Tamlin’s ear, and I couldn’t press her about it yet, but… At least a walk provided a chance to glean some sense of my surroundings—and whether there was anyone else who might plead my case to Tamlin.
The halls were silent and empty—strange for such a large estate. They’d mentioned others the night before, but I saw and heard no sign of them. A balmy breeze scented with…hyacinth, I realized—if only from Elain’s small garden—floated down the halls, carrying with it the pleasant chirping of a bunting, a bird I wouldn’t hear back home for months—if I ever heard them at all.
I was almost to the grand staircase when I noticed the paintings.
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I slowly ate my porridge and savored each sip of tea. After a steaming hot bath, I dressed in another tunic, this one a purple so deep it could’ve been black, and pulled on the brown boots I’d worn the night before.
Alis’s warning about poking about the grounds gave me the idea to walk the gardens. At least it’d give me a chance to learn about my surroundings.
The halls were filled with a warm breeze scented with…hyacinth. A smell I only recognized because Elain loved to plant it in her garden. The breeze carried the chirp of a bunting, a bird I wouldn’t hear back home for months.
Wandering the halls, I saw no one. Every room I passed stood empty. Strange for such a large estate.
I almost reached the grand staircase when a riot of color made me slow. Within a gilded frame, a green glass vase stood full of flowers: roses, tulips, morning glory, goldenrod, maiden’s lace, peonies… A simple vase of flowers against a dark background. But the petals seemed to vibrate with their own light, as if defiant of the shadows around them. The mastery needed to capture the luminous glass, to bend the light within the water, as if the vase did indeed have weight atop its stone pedestal…
I could’ve stared for hours. The number of paintings lining this hall alone could’ve occupied my entire day—
“All of them,” Alis said. “My master’s protection only goes so far. They’ll want to hunt and kill you just for being a human—regardless of what you did to Andras.”
Another useless answer. I dug into my breakfast, savoring each rich sip of tea, and she slipped into the bathing chamber. When I was done eating and bathing, I refused Alis’s offer and dressed myself in another exquisite tunic—this one of purple so deep it could have been black. I wished I knew the name for the color, but cataloged it anyway. I pulled on the brown boots I’d worn the night before, and as I sat before a marble vanity letting Alis braid my wet hair, I cringed at my reflection.
It wasn’t pleasing—though not for its actual appearance. While my nose was relatively straight, it was the other feature I’d inherited from my mother. I could still remember how her nose would crinkle with feigned amusement when one of her fabulously wealthy friends made some unfunny joke.
At least I had my father’s soft mouth, though it made a mockery of my too-sharp cheekbones and hollow cheeks. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my slightly uptilted eyes. I knew I’d see Nesta or my mother looking back at me. I’d sometimes wondered if that was why my sister had insulted me about my looks. I was a far cry from ugly, but… I bore too much of the people we’d hated and loved for Nesta to stand it. For me to stand it, too.
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I didn’t want to—tried not to, but a hint of a smile tugged on my lips. Alis strode over to the remnants of the curtains and threw them open, revealing a sky that was still a deep periwinkle, splashed with hues of pumpkin and magenta from the rising dawn. “I am sorry,” I said again.
Alis clicked her tongue. “At least you’re willing to put up a fight, girl. I’ll give you that.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but another female servant with a bird mask entered, a breakfast tray in hand. She bid me a curt good morning, set the tray on a small table by the window, and disappeared into the attached bathing chamber. The sound of running water filled the room.
I sat at the table and studied the porridge and eggs and bacon—bacon. Again, such similar food to what we ate across the wall. I don’t know why I’d expected otherwise. Alis poured me a cup of what looked and smelled like tea: full-bodied, aromatic tea, no doubt imported at great expense. Prythian and my adjoining homeland weren’t exactly easy to reach. “What is this place?” I asked her quietly. “Where is this place?”
“It’s safe, and that’s all you need to know,” Alis said, setting down the teapot. “At least the house is. If you go poking about the grounds, keep your wits about you.”
Fine—if she wouldn’t answer that… I tried again. “What sort of—faeries should I look out for?”
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A hint of a smile tugged my lips. “Sorry.”
The night before, I’d picked at the curtain’s weave until a tiny hole formed then strained until there was a satisfying rip. It’d felt good. If I couldn’t sell the curtains—for probably enough gold to sustain my family til the end of my days—then I could at least find some use for them.
Alis waved away my apology and threw open the drapes, revealing a wide pale sky. Another servant wearing a bird mask entered, balancing a breakfast tray in her hands. She bid me good morning, placed the tray on a small table by the window, and disappeared into the bathing chamber. The sound of running water filled the room.
I sat and studied the porridge, eggs, and bacon—bacon. Alis poured me a cup of full-bodied, aromatic tea, no doubt imported at great expense.
“What is this place?” I asked. “Where is it?”
“It’s safe. That’s all you need to know.” Alis set down the teapot. “At least the house is. If you poke about the grounds, keep your wits about you.”
“What should I look out for?”
“My master’s protection only goes so far. Faeries will want to hunt and kill you just because you’re human. Never mind what you did to Andras.”
There was a screech and a thud, and I bolted upright to find Alis in a heap on the floor. The length of rope I’d made from the curtain trimmings now hung loosely from where I’d rigged it to snap into anyone’s face. It had been the best I could do with what I had.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I blurted, leaping from the bed, but Alis was already up, hissing at me as she brushed off her apron. She frowned at the rope dangling from the light fixture.
“What in the bottomless depths of the Cauldron is—”
“I didn’t think anyone would be in here so early, and I meant to take it down, and—”
Alis looked me over from head to toe. “You think a bit of rope snapping in my face will keep me from breaking your bones?” My blood went cold. “You think that will do anything against one of us?”
I might have kept apologizing were it not for the sneer she gave me. I crossed my arms. “It was a warning bell to give me time to run. Not a trap.”
She seemed poised to spit on me, but then her sharp brown eyes narrowed. “You can’t outrun us, either, girl.”
“I know,” I said, my heart calming at last. “But at least I wouldn’t face my death unaware.”
Alis barked out a laugh. “My master gave his word that you could live here—live, not die. We will obey.” She studied the hanging bit of rope. “But did you have to wreck those lovely curtains?”
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silent, the enormous bed foreign and empty. A small part of me missed the warmth of my sisters’ bodies overlapping with mine.
Nesta must be stretching her legs and smiling at the extra room. She was probably content imagining me in the belly of a faerie—probably using the news as a chance to be fussed over by the villagers. Maybe my fate would prompt them to give my family some handouts. Or maybe Tamlin had given them enough money—or food, or whatever he thought “taking care” of them consisted of—to last through the winter. Or maybe the villagers would turn on my family, not wanting to be associated with people tied with Prythian, and run them out of town.
I buried my face in the pillow, pulling the blankets higher. If Tamlin had indeed provided for them, if those benefits would cease the moment I crossed the wall, then they’d likely resent my return more than celebrate it.
Your hair is…clean.
A pathetic compliment. I supposed that if he’d invited me to live here, to spare my life, he couldn’t be completely…wicked. Perhaps he’d just been trying to smooth over our very, very rough beginning. Maybe there would be some way to persuade him to find some loophole, to get whatever magic that bound the Treaty to spare me. And if not some way, then someone…
I was drifting from one thought to another, trying to sort through the jumble, when the lock on the door clicked, and—
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sisters’ overlapping bodies. Nesta must be stretching her legs and smiling at the extra room.
Burying my face in the pillow, I pulled the blankets higher. If Tamlin was providing for them, those benefits would stop the moment I crossed the wall. They’d likely resent my return more than celebrate it.
Your hair looks…clean.
The lock on the door clicked, and—
A yelp, then a thud. I bolted upright to find Alis on the floor. The rope I’d made from curtain trimmings now hung loosely from where I’d rigged it. Anyone who opened the door would find it snapping in their face. It’d been the best I could do with what I had.
“Sorry, sorry.” I leapt from the bed, but Alis was already up, brushing off her apron. I said, “I didn’t think anyone would be in here so early. I meant to take it down.”
She frowned at the makeshift cord dangling from the light fixture. “You think a bit of rope would stop one of us?”
I was an idiot. “It was a warning bell. Not a trap.”
“My master gave his word that you could live here. Live, not die.” She studied the the velvet curtains’ new ragged edges. “But did you have to wreck these? They were lovely.”
power. As insignificant as the fading, chipped designs I’d painted around the cottage.
“Well…,” I said, not quite feeling grateful at all, “thank you.”
He gave a distant nod and motioned for me to leave. Dismissed. Like the lowly human I was.
Lucien propped his chin on a fist and gave me a lazy half smile.
Enough. I got to my feet and backed toward the door. Putting my back to them would have been like walking away from a wolf, sparing my life or no. They said nothing when I slipped out the door.
A moment later, Lucien’s barking laugh echoed into the halls, followed by a sharp, vicious growl that shut him up.
I slept fitfully that night, and the lock on my bedroom door felt more like a joke than anything.
I was wide awake before dawn, but I remained staring at the filigreed ceiling, watching the growing light creep between the drapes, savoring the softness of the down mattress. I was usually out of the cottage by first light—though my sisters hissed at me every morning for waking them so early. If I were home, I’d already be entering the woods, not wasting a moment of precious sunlight, listening to the drowsy chatter of the few winter birds. Instead, this bedroom and the house beyond were
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Again, that shared look between the two males. “And do you…love anyone else?” Tamlin said through clenched teeth.
A laugh burst out of me, tinged with hysteria. “No.” I looked between them. Nonsense. These lethal, immortal beings really had nothing better to do than this? “Is this really what you care to know about me? If I find you more handsome than human men, and if I have a man back home? Why bother to ask at all, when I’ll be stuck here for the rest of my life?” A hot line of anger sliced through my senses.
“We wanted to learn more about you, since you’ll be here for a good while,” Tamlin said, his lips a thin line. “But Lucien’s pride tends to get in the way of his manners.” He sighed, as if ready to be done with me, and said, “Go rest. We’re both busy most days, so if you need anything, ask the staff. They’ll help you.”
“Why?” I asked. “Why be so generous?” Lucien gave me a look that suggested he had no idea, either, given that I’d murdered their companion, but Tamlin stared at me for a long moment.
“I kill too often as it is,” Tamlin said finally, shrugging his broad shoulders. “And you’re insignificant enough to not ruffle this estate. Unless you decide to start killing us.”
A faint warmth bloomed in my cheeks, my neck. Insignificant—yes, I was insignificant to their lives, their
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At the other end of the table, Tamlin gave his emissary a long, warning look. Lucien ignored it.
“You’re High Fae,” I said tightly. “I’d ask why you’d even bother inviting me here at all—or dining with me.” Fool—I really should have been killed ten times over already.
Lucien said, “True. But indulge me: you’re a human woman, and yet you’d rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this”—he waved a hand at the metal eye and brutal scar on his face—“surely we’re not so miserable to look at.” Typical faerie vanity and arrogance. That, at least, the legends had been right about. I tucked the knowledge away. “Unless you have someone back home. Unless there’s a line of suitors out the door of your hovel that makes us seem like worms in comparison.”
There was enough dismissal there that I took a little bit of satisfaction in saying, “I was close with a man back in my village.” Before that Treaty ripped me away—before it became clear that you are allowed to do as you please to us, but we can hardly strike back against you.
Tamlin and Lucien exchanged glances, but it was Tamlin who said, “Are you in love with this man?”
“No,” I said as casually as I could. It wasn’t a lie—but even if I’d felt anything like that for Isaac, my answer would have been the same. It was bad enough that High Fae now knew my family existed. I didn’t need to add Isaac to that list.
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Tamlin swirled his wine. “Do you love him?”
“No,” I said casually. It wasn’t a lie, but for some reason, warmth bloomed in my cheeks.
“Is there anyone else you do love?” he said.
A laugh burst out of me. “Is that really what you want to know? If I find you more handsome than human men? If I have a suitor back home?”
“Well, you weren’t exactly forthcoming with topics of conversation yourself,” Lucien said.
Tamlin shrugged his broad shoulders. “We just want to learn more about you. Go rest. If you need anything, ask the staff.”
“Thank you,” I said, not feeling grateful at all.
He nodded and motioned for me to leave. Lucien propped his chin on a fist and smiled.
I slept fitfully that night. The lock on my bedroom door felt like a joke.
I woke before sunrise and lay staring at the ceiling as light crept between the drapes. Any other morning, I’d already be striding through the woods, trying to not waste a moment of precious sunlight, listening to the drowsy chatter of winter birds.
Here, it was silent. The enormous bed felt foreign and empty. A small part of me missed the warmth of my
metallic stench of magic. And faeries couldn’t lie. So he had to be right about the food, then. Stabbing a piece of chicken, I took a bite.
It was an effort to keep from grunting. I hadn’t had food this good in years. Even the meals we’d had before our downfall were little more than ashes compared to this. I ate my entire plate in silence, too aware of the High Fae observing every bite, but as I reached for a second helping of chocolate torte, the food vanished. Just—vanished, as if it had never existed, not a crumb left behind.
Swallowing hard, I set my fork down so they wouldn’t see my hand start to shake.
“One more bite and you’ll hurl your guts up,” Tamlin said, drinking deeply from his goblet.
The bonds holding me loosened. Silent permission to leave.
“Thank you for the meal,” I said. It was all I could think of.
“Won’t you stay for wine?” Lucien said with sweet venom from where he lounged in his seat.
I braced my hands on my chair to rise. “I’m tired. I’d like to sleep.”
“It’s been a few decades since I last saw one of you,” Lucien drawled, “but you humans never change, so I don’t think I’m wrong in asking why you find our company to be so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren’t much to look at.”
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By the time I looked up, my stomach was stuffed full. I felt warm. The faeries had been talking softly at the other end of the table, but when I set aside my fork, they looked up.
My invisible bonds eased. Permission to leave. I stood. My joints felt stiff from the restraints.
Lucien said, “You won’t stay for a drink?”
“I’m tired. I’d like to sleep.”
He smiled with teeth. “Do you really find our company so unpleasant?”
I was tired of all this back-and-forth. “Do you really find mine so interesting?”
“It’s been a few decades since we’ve seen a human, which makes this a rare evening.” Lucien cocked his head. “But you’d rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Surely we’re not so miserable to look at.”
“No,” I agreed. “It’s just when you open your mouths that there’s a problem.”
Lucien leaned back. “Perhaps she has a beau back home, Tamlin. Did you happen to see a line of suitors when you went to her little hovel—”
At his mocking tone, I snapped, “Actually, there is someone.”
Regret swept over me. I didn’t want to add Isaac to the list of people the High Fae knew I cared about.
the wall, if you flee, your family will no longer be cared for.”
His words were like a stone to the head. If I escaped, if I even tried to run, I might very well doom my family. And even if I dared risk it … even if I succeeded in reaching them, where would I take them? I couldn’t stow my sisters away on a ship—and once we arrived somewhere else, somewhere safe, we’d have nowhere to live. But for him to hold my family’s well-being against me, to throw away their survival if I stepped out of line…
I opened my mouth, but his snarl rattled the glasses. “Is that not a fair bargain? And if you flee, then you might not be so lucky with whoever comes to retrieve you next.” His claws slipped back under his knuckles. “The food is not enchanted, or drugged, and it will be your own damn fault if you faint. So you’re going to sit at this table and eat, Feyre. And Lucien will do his best to be polite.” He threw a pointed look in his direction. Lucien shrugged.
The invisible bonds loosened, and I winced as I whacked my hands on the underside of the table. The bonds on my legs and middle remained intact. One glance at Tamlin’s smoldering green eyes told me what I wanted to know: his guest or not, I wasn’t going to get up from this table until I’d eaten something. I’d think about the sudden change in my plans to escape later. Now…for now I eyed the silver fork and carefully picked it up.
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Tamlin pushed a hand through his golden hair. “I’m only going to say this once. If you cross the wall, my side of the bargain is over. I will no longer take care of your family. If you flee, and someone less kind than me retrieves you, it will be your fault that they suffer. Do you understand?”
I fought to nod against the invisible restraints. Pressure held tight against my throat.
He repeated, “Do you understand?”
I swallowed thickly. “I understand.”
“Good. Now, you’re going to eat, and we’re all going to be polite. Right, Lucien?”
Lucien shrugged but said nothing.
The bonds on my arms loosened, and my hands smacked the underside of the table. The bindings on my legs and torso didn’t let go. One glance at Tamlin told me, guest or not, I wasn’t going to get up until I’d eaten.
Stabbing a piece of chicken, I took a bite. It was an effort not to grunt. The meat was tender and savory, salty skin crackling deliciously on my tongue. I ripped off another piece. I’d never had food like this before. I was shoving in mouthfuls of creamy potatoes before I’d even swallowed. A plum so juicy it dribbled down my chin. The wine was sharp and effervescent, bubbles tickling my nose.
A low, incredulous laugh. “On everything that I am and possess.”
“Why not tell me that when we left the cottage?”
“Would you have believed me? Do you even believe me now?” Tamlin’s claws embedded in the arms of his chair.
“Why should I trust a word you say? You’re all masters of spinning your truths to your own advantage.”
“Some would say it’s unwise to insult a Fae in his home,” Tamlin ground out. “Some would say you should be grateful for me finding you before another one of my kind came to claim the debt, for sparing your life and then offering you the chance to live in comfort.”
I shot to my feet, wisdom be damned, and was about to kick back my chair when invisible hands clapped on my arms and shoved me back into the seat.
“Do not do whatever it was you were contemplating,” Tamlin said.
I went still as the tang of magic seared my nose. I tried to twist in the chair, testing the invisible bonds. But my arms were secured, and my back was pressed into the wood so hard that it ached. I glanced at the knife beside my plate. I should have gone for it first—futile effort or no.
“I’m going to warn you once,” Tamlin said too softly. “Only once, and then it’s on you, human. I don’t care if you go live somewhere else in Prythian. But if you cross
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Apparently, all attempts to flatter me were dead and gone. So I looked Lucien right in his remaining russet eye and said, “I’m sorry.”
Lucien leaned back in his chair. “How did you kill him? Was it a bloody fight, or just cold-blooded murder?”
My spine stiffened. “I shot him with an ash arrow. And then an ordinary arrow through the eye. He didn’t put up a fight. After the first shot, he just stared at me.”
“Yet you killed him anyway—though he made no move to attack you. And then you skinned him,” Lucien hissed.
“Enough, Lucien,” Tamlin said to his courtier with a snarl. “I don’t want to hear details.” He turned to me, ancient and brutal and unyielding.
I spoke before he could say anything. “My family won’t last a month without me.” Lucien chuckled, and I gritted my teeth. “Do you know what it’s like to be hungry?” I demanded, anger rising to devour any common sense. “Do you know what it’s like to not know when your next meal will be?”
Tamlin’s jaw tightened. “Your family is alive and well-cared for. You think so low of faeries that you believe I’d take their only source of income and nourishment and not replace it?”
I straightened. “You swear it?” Even if faeries couldn’t lie, I had to hear it.
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“Do you think so poorly of faeries that you’d assume I wouldn’t replace their only source of income?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s not in my nature to let innocents starve.”
“If your plan was to always take care of them,” I said, “why didn’t you tell me when we left the cottage?”
Tamlin leaned forward, gripping the arms of his chair. “Would you have believed me? Do you even believe me now?”
How could I believe him? “Why should I? Faeries are masters of spinning truths to their advantage.”
“Some would say insulting a Fae in his own home is unwise.” His grip tightened, so hard his claws sank into the wood.
At the sound, I scrambled to my feet—ready to run or fight, I didn’t know—but the tang of magic seared my nose. Invisible hands shoved me down. I tried to twist, but my arms wouldn’t move. My spine was crushed against the chair.
I glanced at the knife beside my plate. I should’ve gone for it first.
He spat, “Don’t forget that you asked for this. I was happy to kill you.”
“Tamlin,” Lucien said warningly.
stupid question, if he hadn’t considered it, but…but I had to know.
Tamlin stiffened. “What you do with your life isn’t my problem.”
Lucien pointedly cleared his throat, and Tamlin flashed him a glare. After an exchanged look I couldn’t read, Tamlin sighed and said, “Don’t you have any…interests?”
“No.” Not entirely true, but I wasn’t about to explain the painting to him. Not when he was apparently having a great deal of trouble just talking to me civilly.
Lucien muttered, “So typically human.”
Tamlin’s mouth quirked to the side. “Do whatever you want with your time. Just stay out of trouble.”
“So you truly mean for me to stay here forever.” What I meant was: So I’m to stay in this luxury while my family starves to death?
“I didn’t make the rules,” Tamlin said tersely.
“My family is starving,” I said. I didn’t mind begging—not for this. I’d given my word, and held to that word for so long that I was nothing and no one without it. “Please let me go. There must be—must be some other loophole out of the Treaty’s rules—some other way to atone.”
“Atone?” Lucien said. “Have you even apologized yet?”
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