Dymon’s POVI returned to the room after the girl left, the faint scent of whatever perfume she’d been practically bathed in, lingering in the air. I reclaimed the chair I’d earlier vacated and withdrew, as I often did, into my thoughts. She was an interesting person, Feyre Manning, but then I’d known that since the moment she’d walked into the room with the rest of the others. It wasn’t just that she stood out physically─although with that wild dark mane and brilliantly violet eyes, she did─ it was the aura that hung around her. One that most would certainly be oblivious to─ but then, I was not most.I’d been unsure at first, what it was that called out to me about her. There was an impressive ball of energy that pulsated from deep within her, but that was not enough on its own. I’d seen nothing else of note or importance. Until I looked with my other eye. Or rather, until I couldn’t look.In the eight hundred and thirteen years since I began to walk the earth, never had I met someon

Feyre’s POVI followed the maid all the way to the official wing of the palace where the King’s throne room and offices sat, mind racing the entire time. Xaden was supposed to have been done with me by now. I had no idea why I was currently being taken to him. That I was going along with a maid and not Garrick whose quiet presence usually gave me some measure of strength made it all the more harder. I kept my head as low as I could get away with and trailed quietly behind her, ignoring the pointed looks from the men and women we passed in their various suits. It was the busiest area by far as evidenced by the sheer number of people we passed, all of them eyeing me unkindly. I wished I had Dymon’s jacket to protect me from the staring eyes, but I’d been given no time to prepare for this impromptu visit. Plus I’m pretty sure I would be severely punished if I covered up to see Xaden of all people.I had to deal with walking through offices in a bright blue teddy and it made me feel like

Feyre’s POVI struggled as hard as I could, each and every move I made futile, but it did not stop me from trying to get out from under his hold.He seemed to enjoy my helpless flailing, chuckling as he practically bundled me out of the harem. We attracted stares from many onlookers but no one intervened. How could they without risking a fate even worse for themselves?He forced me out the door and paused at the guard that was coming at that same moment. “Are you blind boy? Get the hell out of my way.” He snapped, and the guard’s eyes fell on me then widened “Um, I’m sorry sir, but I was requested to escort this girl to the King’s wing.” General Oben snarled “Requested? By whom? The King has his own special set of whores. He doesn’t need the likes of her.”“By Lord Dymon General.”Oben paused, a deep scowl stamped all over his features. “Surely he can stand to wait. I’ve already booked her, you see.”“Sir, He left clear instructions that I was to bring her to him my Lord, whether sh

Dymon’s POVI was surprised she handed me the necklace, as attached as I knew she was to it. Yet she did, with a brave face and slightly trembling hands.I opened my hand to receive it, careful not to touch her. I was not particularly averse to her contact, but I suspected it might startle her too much. Considering her experiences with other patrons, I didn’t want to risk it.“Thank you Feyre. I know this must be hard.” I closed my fingers over the pendant curious to find that while it was overcast in steel, the interior was pure silver. I felt the familiar tingling I associated with silver run up my palm and knew it was no mistake. I could speculate as to why it was designed that way, wolves were incredibly weakened by silver after all so it would make sense to coat any jewelry made for them with another material. Considering it was a talisman, however, the choice of silver for it was quite interesting seeing as silver was a poor conductor of magic.Later when I was alone, I would ex

Feyre’s POVI remained hidden within my room for the rest of the day, only venturing out in the evening when hunger would not allow me to isolate myself for much longer.I almost turned back, due to the hostile looks I received as I passed, but no one stopped me and I went to the mess hall uninterrupted to get my dinner.I had no idea what Dymon had done, but I wish to the gods that he hadn’t. I was more terrified now than I’d ever been before, an even bigger target on my back than the one Garrick unwittingly set on me. Everyone in the harem now hated me, and whatever immunity he’d bought me now, would fade in no time. I would regret this more after he departed and I was left to deal with all the people who felt slighted. From the girls, to the madame to General Oben.I came well after the dinner hour, so aside from a handful of girls, the mess hall was empty.I took my dinner from the serving maid, a small bowl of chicken noodle soup, and after a brief internal debate on whether or n