#iced out

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The rest are really just friends I made along the way.

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Team 7

𖥸 Burnet, Tx

She just still isn't sure what scheme Mor has up her sleeve that has to do with all of this. Perhaps it's just her lecture as Feyre's publicist before getting to her plan. "So you'll need to come out with a statement. Something simple, just saying that you've needed this time to deal with the unfavorable outcome of the trial because it doesn't reflect what you experienced. Nothing more. What you need after that is some good press. And since there hasn't been much progress on the music front—" "—hey!" Feyre interrupts, cut to the quick with a comment she knows wasn't intended to be hurtful. The blunt honesty of it drives a knife into her sore spot all the same. "I'm trying!" "I know, hon, but even a good album won't stop people from immediately connecting you in their minds with Tamlin and that fuckass court case—and I mean fuckass in the sense that everyone else involved has their tongues surgically attached to Tamlin's boots—so we need something different. And that is where my cousin comes in!" A triumphant grin spreads on her face as she looks to Feyre. Feyre, who is still deeply confused as to the angle Mor is taking. "Your cousin… wait, is this the guy who plays some sport I don't care about professionally?" Mor snorts. "Hockey, yes. And I'd suggest you start caring about it pretty quickly because—" "No." The pieces connect in Feyre's brain. Cousin. Pro hockey player. Start caring about hockey. If Mor thinks Feyre is going to do that, she's truly out of her mind. "No! I'm not going to pretend to date your professional athlete cousin!"