For Three Months
A little excerpt from Chapter 5 of my Feysand fic For Three Months:
Fiancé. The proposal also made it across the bond, turning Rhysand’s quiet evening of paperwork vile. His knuckles were bleeding, white dust and plaster flakes littering the study, powdering his dark hair. The gaping hole in his wall only stared at him.
Did that make you feel better? Did that change anything? It mocked.
Possessive fae instincts had night-kissed power rolling off of him in thunderous waves. It soaked into the very air he breathed, cloaking the study in cold, starless night. He had no claim to her, he knew, even if she was his mate. But the black scales rippling out across his skin in patches didn’t care.
She was his mate. His equal, the other half of his soul. And the beast lying just beneath the surface was roaring, was raging to be let loose.
This was the violence of devotion.