The meeting is well underway with everyone around the table. Tamlin arrived late but insulted Feyre so Rhysand used magic to stop him talking. Tamlin’s eyes are green flame as his magic soughts to wrest free from Rhysand’s control. As he tries and tries to speak. Rhysand says blandly to them all Rhysand: If you want proof that we are not scheming with Hybern, consider the fact that it would be far less time-consuming to slice into your minds and make you do my bidding. Yet here I am.
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