Hello, giftee darling! In the spirit of the holidays, I have a little snippet of your gift for you:
The Nigh Court’s huntress looked as if she had come straight from the mountains, clad in Illyrian winter leathers which squeezed her muscled hips and thighs. A few strands of brown-blonde hair had escaped Feyre’s tight braid, drifting around her flushed cheeks as if still dancing in the mountain wind. An Illyrian bow, carved with winding resilience runes, hung casually in one hand. Rhys could feel the stomach-lurching magic of the ash arrows she insisted on keeping in the quiver on her back, no matter that she was fae herself.
In the other hand, Feyre had a male’s head.
It swung slightly as Feyre’s fingers curled through its long hair. A fresh kill, judging from the amount of blood spilling from the neck stump. The corpse’s mouth hung slack open, and its eyes rolling back in its head like a terrified horse. The female Rhys been dancing with peeled away from him at the sight of it, stumbling to friends somewhere at the edge of the hall.
Rhys’s head spun – from more than the wine this time. Feyre. Feyre was here. Cauldron bake and boil him, she was back, she was here, she was getting blood everywhere, and she was –
“Happy birthday, my prince.” Feyre dropped into a bow just shallow enough to be insolent. She rose and inclined her head to the dais. “My Lady. High Lord.”
“Lady Archeron,” Rhys purred, masking his shock with wicked delight. “What a lovely surprise.” He dropped his gaze to her trophy. “I don’t suppose you brought me a present for the festivities?”
Feyre’s eyes were walls of blue ice, but Rhys saw a mischievous fire sparking far behind her mask. “Your birthday gift is my attendance.” The crowd shifted uneasily. “But,” Feyre added, with a smile that made even Rhys’s skin prickle, “consider it an apology for arriving late.”
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