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I thought we were going anywhere, anywhere but sitting in this Palace in the middle of this forest.

I don't think Rhysand will ever relax, considering what happened to us last night. The building was his too, and the few who were hurt were people who worked for him. That mess was Reagan's doing, and I don't think Rhysand would take one second to relax, But he did things differently. Choose to stay here, and chill with me, even fucking with me a few times and stopped when something inside my stomach screamed for food.

I didn't think he could be this relaxed about what happened, and why is he behaving like last night's incident didn't even happen? And that makes me nervous.

I stare at the lines of words in the novel I'm reading, even though my mind goes elsewhere. If only we were in different circumstances—where I was living quietly, and Rhysand wasn't some horrible psychopath—then I would be happy to spend time here with him. But that might happen in the otherworldly version, or not at