Feyre slid her tattooed hands into her pockets. “Can you show Nesta how to ward it herself? Something perhaps with a bit more… oomph?”
“Oomph?” Rhys asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Oomph,” Feyre said, throwing him a glare. “We can’t all be silver-tongued like you.”
Rhys winked. “Good thing you benefit from it, Feyre darling.”
Cassian chose to ignore the innuendo, and the flicker of arousal from both of them. Helion, however, snickered.
Azriel cleared his throat. “Nesta’s waiting.”
“She’s here?” Helion practically shimmered with golden light.
“Yes,” Feyre said simply, rising from the chair. Cassian didn’t miss the sultry look his High Lady gave Rhys as she passed by, aiming for the rooms at the northern end of the palace. And he didn’t miss the deep laugh Rhys gave her in return, full of sensual promise.
He couldn’t help the pang in his chest at the casual intimacy, the blatant affection and love. A far cry from just sex.
it is so interesting seeing how feysand are perceived from a third person pov 😂 (i miss these bbs so much) also feel for cass maybe wanting that closeness for himself with nesta 🤧