After a close and exceedingly annoying encounter with Lucien which reminds us all of how psycho Tamlin is, Rhys and Feyre take some shelter for the night. They are stuck in a cold, dingy inn with one bed and questionable meat stew. In order to get a little warmer, Rhys lends Feyre a hand. After some blissful sleep, the pair travel back to the camp in an awkward silence. Right when Rhys is about to come clean, a flurry of poisoned arrows cuts through him. Out of options to save him, Feyre calls upon her bestie, the Suriel....who drops a bombshell on her. Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, is her mate...and she is furious!
