Novel & Cerita Rhysand And Feyre

“The raven hair, the grey eyes. You are the protector.” “But that would make Daphne a leader?” I mutter, confused “Of witches.” Ivy mutters back. “How the hell do you know all this information?” Aiden might not be willing to challenge her, but I was. And the girl seemed to have an answer for everything. “I see things. I don’t know if Aiden told you, but us Hybrids, we all carry genetics from The Greats.” “You see things?”

Rhys represented the very devil that she usually see in her nightmares as he took a step forward, and then another. He stood there with a storm brewing in his gaze. His jaw clenched tightly as he took another step, the tension radiating off him. He had an aura of suppressed anger, and it was clear that he was anything but pleased to see Amara. "Rhys..." Amara's voice quivered as she whispered his name, her body trembling with a mix of fear and shock. Her gaze was fixed on Rhys, and the sight of his dark, intense eyes made her heart race even faster.

“Don’t be sad, Mommy. We’ll protect you.” I crouch to pull her close, breathing in the scent of syrup and innocence. “You don’t need to protect me, sweetheart. I’m just… tired.” But Silas isn’t fooled. He watches me with those piercing gray eyes—*his* eyes—and says, “He’s coming back.” --- **Ryland’s POV** I stand at the edge of the forest, the shadow of Zara’s small cottage looming in the distance. The wind carries the faint sound of the twins’ laughter, and my wolf claws at my chest, desperate to close the distance. *My children.* The truth still doesn’t feel real.

I have to get out before he chases me away again. "Wait!" Rhys appears and grabs my arm, his grip firm yet gentle. But I wrench my arm free, gasping for air as desperation claws at my chest. "Look, I'm tired, okay? I got kidnapped by weird guys who kept threatening to..." My words trail off as a sharp chill runs down my spine. Rhys' gray eyes are blazing with a manic rage, his jaw clenched in fury. "They are dead," he whispers, his voice low and deadly, as he grabs my arm again. "You're safe. Do not worry about them ever again."

“If I’m wrong, a test will prove that.” Inside the foyer, the house system clicked softly again. The wind pushed a strand of hair across my lips. I brushed it away with my fingertips, refusing to let my hands do anything else. “You are not going near Aiden with a needle,” I said. “I didn’t say now.” “You are not going near him with questions, doctors, lawyers, or another tiny car until I decide this conversation is over.” Rhysand watched me for a long moment. “He likes me.” “He likes the man who gave him a vehicle. That is not an emotional connection.”

“I thought you would like the sex!” “I did! But that just confuses me as to why it’s marketed to, like teens.” The fervency in which he disliked the book stung a little. “I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from,” I said curtly. “It gets better in the second book, though.” “That’s good to know,” Andre said. “I assume they go deeper into Feyre’s relationship with Tamlin?” “Not at all. In the second book, she ditches him and hooks up with Rhysand.”