Tamlin glared at Feyre. He was unhappy, angry, annoyed that she had killed Andras, one of his kind, a faery. Feyre sighed, her brown eyes hard as rock, her golden hair as solid as Midas Gold. She was determined to fight. Fight so her family was safe.

She sighed.

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