I had thought Feyre's nightmares would have ended by now. She was still in the Spring Court getting information from Tamlin while I constantly scoured Prythian for a way to get her back safely, but her nightmares had lost their intensity since our mating bond was mutually accepted—like everything fit into place.

But now I could see the images that haunted Feyre, could hear the sounds of Amarantha taunting her and devaluing every single piece of her. It enraged me, and Azriel must have noticed, because he turned to me with a worried expression.

"Rhys," he called from across the dining table. Amarantha, shoving her claws down Feyre's throat, appeared in my mind. I tightened my fists and closed my eyes, sending three words down our bond, but I felt them hit something hard and solid. Her shields. Feyre never put up her shields towards me anymore—the only way we can communicate is through our mating bond. "Rhysand. What's happening? Rhys." Ariel continued, causing Mor to look his way. She glanced over to him, confused, but found my eyes and all the color drained from her face.

"Feyre." The word came from the mouths of both Mor and Azriel the moment they realized it. I stood from my chair, mentally hurtling all of my power to the wall that separated me and my mate. Nothing should separate my mate from me. I'd waited too long, taken too much time, to get Feyre back from Tamlin. I would not wait a second longer. I willed myself to let a fraction of my mask come down, as I knew I would need it for the task I'd be performing.

"Ariel, find Cassian and bring him back here right now. Mor, I want you and Amren to winnow into the Spring Court the moment Cassian is back. Stay far enough so that nobody can sense you." I said with lethal calm as Mor vanished from the room, leaving her scent behind. I reached into the place between realities that I often used to store things and the tunic and pants that was so like Rhysand to the Spring Court appeared on my body. I reached back in to grab a long, gruesome blade etched with ancient markings. Admiring the sword for a second, I threw a glamour over it and tucked it into my boot for good measure.

Ariel, who I didn't realize had left, came back with Cassian in tow, both in their Illyrian fighting leathers. Both of their wingspans next to each other extended past the table, and I tilted my head to face them.

"Something's wrong in Spring. Feyre's mind…something is off about it, and I can't quite tell from this far away. All I know is that she has up her shields, and she hasn't had them up the entire month. Let's go." My voice was somewhere between a whisper and a shout, and both of my brothers nodded curtly as they walked out to the balcony. We exchanged looks before soaring off into the night sky, the cool air bristling my hair. I felt free, yes, but, as I glimpsed back through our bond, I felt the shield loosen. Relief and worry flooded me. I shouted her name through the bond before shattering through the shields with all of the force I had. I swayed in the wind as some of my power gave up, but I soon carried on the normal flight path. I looked down and, just below the thick clouds of fog, I could see large, sprawling forests with multicolored leaves. We were in the Autumn Court.

Feyre's mind was in shreds, frantic thoughts everywhere and words hidden in crevices. I tried to search through all of the information to find what she needed when another image flashed through my mind. I began to see through Feyre's eyes at the scene before her.

Tamlin towered above her, his hair no longer at his shoulders but cut almost as short as mine.

"Did you think you could betray me, Feyre? Did you think you could get away with this?" Tamlin bellowed, getting too close to Feyre's face. She stepped back a bit, and I realized she was in a bedroom—hers. Tamlin's green eyes gleamed with something too close to a predator's intent as he stepped toward her, his chest covered in a light sweat and his cheeks burning red with rage. Feyre fell down onto the bed, but held her ground.

"I did nothing of the sort, Tamlin dear." Feyre's words were strong, though the term of endearment made me want to rip Tamlin's head off. He stalked closer to her, but stumbled back as he hit a wall of hard air. He growled ferociously.

"You betrayed me, Feyre. I trusted you—I loved you and you betrayed me." Tamlin's voice was guttural.

"You trapped me! You locked me up in this damned manor and protected me like I was a little porcelain doll, Tamlin!" Feyre screamed, her words walking a dangerous line. If she told him that she willingly accepted our mating bond, who knew what Tamlin would do?

"You couldn't get hurt, Feyre!" Tamlin said as he banged his fist against the invisible wall, blood beginning to trickle from a cut on his knuckles. Feyre took down the shield and walked over to him, staring him straight in the eye and not backing down.

"You sat there at, Amarantha's side while I killed and sacrificed and hurt myself to protect you! I freed you and Prythian, but do you want to know something? I couldn't have cared less about Prythian—I was a human and in love with you! I only wanted to free you! You didn't help me a single time, or even try to help! Even Lucien tried to assist me when he could! The only time you saw me, you were only interested in getting into my pants and not checking to see how I was!" Feyre screamed, hurling a ball of darkness his way. He pushed himself back against a wall, and Feyre barely got a glimpse into his eyes before he lunged for her, pinning her down to the floor.

That was it. That was all of the memory I could get before Feyre's shields snapped back up—and Tamlin was going to die. Yes, I would make that insufferable beast beg for death for what he'd done. It wasn't that I needed to protect Feyre the way he'd done to her for so long—I knew Feyre was more than capable of handling herself—but Tamlin's transgressions had gone too long unpunished. He'd feel the wrath of the High Lord of the Night Court for ever believing he could put his hands on my mate.

I swooped through the air faster than I had ever done before, and looked down to see the tall roof of Tamlin's estate. I circled it twice before motioning to Azriel and Cassian to come down. We both landed swiftly, and I broke the lock on the gigantic front door with little more than a light push.

Rhys. A single word rasped down our bond had my steps faster, and I quickly checked to make sure Azriel and Cassian were stationed outside. I followed my mate's scent whilst tugging on our bond repeatedly, saying Feyre's name over and over again like a prayer. Eventually, Feyre's scent led me to another set of doors, this one cracked open a bit to where I could just barely hear Feyre's steady breathing. I opened the door, putting my hands in my pockets and threw another glamour over my wings as a finishing touch to this facade. Tamlin turned to me.

"Rhysand." Tamlin bellowed, running to where I was in the doorway. I chuckled and vanished into shadow only to appear by Feyre. She sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chests but her eyes fierce and unyielding. I took her chin in my hands, and almost grinned at the feeling of her skin—smooth and finally in my hands.

"Feyre darling," I purred, grinning wickedly. "If you don't quite like your situation here with dearest Tam, we could always make another deal and you could come stay with your favorite High Lord."

Arrogant until the bitter end, aren't you? Feyre teased through the bond.

You signed up for it, love. I let her chin go, and she snarled at me, though I saw through the act.

"Prick. I'm never going back to your hellhole of a court." Feyre's voice was so convincing that I smirked slightly. Tamlin stalked over to me, his eyes vicious.

"So you are mates, truly. You just could not resist coming to save your beautiful damsel in distress, could you?" Tamlin shouted, and I barely had a chance to react before a damper was thrown over all of my senses. Bastard.

"So I see there was more to your deal with the ever-so-pleasant King of Hybern…" I kept my voice calm as I subtly looked to Feyre to see if she had felt the same effect. As our eyes connected, she took down all of her shields so I could search for the answer. Within moments, I was in and out of Feyre's mind, and she threw the guards to her mind back up. Based on what I saw, Tamlin had blocked only a few of her powers—the only ones he knew about. Well, he was in for a surprise.

"What will the precious, weak High Lord of the Night Court do, now that he has no magic? What a shame that your parents had never though to train their son, other than in magic? What will you do now?" Tamlin laughed, so unaware and so ignorant that I almost chuckled, but instead forced a mildly frightened look onto my face. The High Lord of the Spring Court approached Feyre, and, in a moment, his lips were on hers. My wings threatened to escape the glamour, but I kept his temper under control, even when Tamlin whispered into Feyre's ear, "See? You're mine." I scanned the room for a second before silently walking up behind Tamlin. The long blade I'd held in my boot was at Tamlin's throat with grace and speed that I'd spent his entire childhood learning.

"Touch my mate again, and you'll die. Oh, and, surprise, I don't need magic as a crutch. No, I'm pretty sure that's your thing." With what little power I could grasp, I barreled into Tamlin's mind easily and disabled the spell that stopped his magic. The cool, calm feeling of magic flooding my nerve's regained, and I sighed silently.

I almost hesitated about drawing slitting the skin on Tamlin's warm throat before remembering the largest and most upheld rule in all of Prythian: A High Lord may kill anyone who harms their mate. I quickly sent my thoughts down the bond to Feyre, waiting for her to confirm that Tamlin had, in fact, hurt her. She sent a memory my way.

Feyre was under Tamlin's arms as he pinned her down to the floor, his breathing heavy and hot as he bared his teeth at her.

"Traitor. You are a traitor and a liar." Tamlin uttered. Feyre barely realized his fist was connecting to her face until she felt the impact and stumbled backward. She writhed away from his grasp, and sent a knee to his crotch before scurrying to the other side of the room and protecting herself with another shield of air.

The memory ended, and I felt absolutely no remorse at all as I slid the blade across The High Lord of the Spring Court's throat and warm blooded covered my hands.