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    In which Rhys is a tattoo artist, with whom Feyre makes a bargain.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    What if it wasn't Tamlin who'd burst down the Archeron cottage that night?
    What if it was Rhysand who appeared, dark and mysterious as the night, his charm on his sleeve and a feline smirk on his face?

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    08 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 97

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    ...you let your knickers down.

    Rhysand had never truly touched her, though it was obvious he wished to. No matter how much his fingers twitched, no matter how much she silently encouraged him, he’d only ever trapped her against walls by caging her in; at most, his lips would ghost over her pulse point, hitching breath tickling her skin. Feyre was certain that, if she only thought the word, he’d listen.
    She wished he wouldn’t.

    Feyre Archeron does not offer joy freely, and someone wants it all to himself.

    Feysand Month Day 3: Glances

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    25 Jun 2026

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    When he heard Tamlin meant to take a bride, Rhys only meant to satisfy his curiosity, to catch a glimpse of her on Calanmai night.

    Some ancient magic had other ideas, with far-reaching consequences.

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    25 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 29

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    Late at night in the Illyrian mountains, Rhysand wakes when Feyre calls to him. She's been drinking—and when your unrequited mate comes to you with questions, you answer them.

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    All right, listen, she said, her words curling with a smile I couldn’t see. I assume you know what a blow job is.

    Yes, I said suspiciously.

    I learned what they were tonight. And I have some logistical questions. No one else is awake to answer them.

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    21 Jun 2026