Tamlin's Daughter

Chapter 11

The next morning arrived before I was ready. I dressed then went down to meet with them all, sitting next to Mor like normal.

"I wrote to the High Lords last night with Feyre's help, Helion, Thesan and Tarquin all responded this morning agreeing to meet," Rhys informed us.

"So, it's just Kallias that we need now?" Mor asked.

"Yes, but I'm sure he will respond soon, the meeting is in two days, you have that time to prepare," Feyre continued.

"This meeting can't be any worse than the last one," I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"No, it can't, and Tamlin won't be there, you have nothing to worry about," Mor said, taking my hand.

I felt a spark rush through me, exploding in my chest with love, and a thin golden connection, my breath caught.

"Odette?" Feyre asked, concern in her eyes.

As I looked at her, then Rhys, then Mor my eyes widened.

'Odette?' Feyre tried again, this time talking to my mind.

'I think Mor is my mate,' I breathed.

"Ok, I'm taking Odette for the day, no Mor, you can't come, we are going to go to the rainbow to do art stuff," Feyre declared, standing.

We walked out together, Feyre chatting away to me as if we were going to spend the day doing art.

The second the door closed behind her she stopped talking, neither of us uttering a word until we reached a café near the Rainbow.

"Odette, please breath," Feyre said, pouring me a tea.

"If my father didn't want me and you all dead before he will now, you mated Rhys, now I'm Mor's mate, this is a mess," I said, voice shaking.

"Do you know for definite that you are Mor's mate?" Feyre asked.

"Every time we touch hands I feel a spark rush through me, but that time when she took my hand it exploded in my chest and felt like I had a connection with her, thin and gold." I explained, putting my head in my hands.

"I'd say you are mates; I have a thread with Rhys, what are you going to do?" She asked, watching me.

"I don't know, she seems so happy and carefree right now, I'm a mess who is about to start a war because my father is a prick, she deserves so much better than me." I sighed, my head falling to the table.

"Odette, you sound so much like Rhys right now that I want to slap you, can I bring him here?" Feyre asked, running her thumb over the back of my hand.

"Ok," I sighed.

A second later he winnowed next to us, sitting.

"What happened to your art day?" He asked, frowning at my defeated expression.

"There was never an art day Rhys, I just needed to get Odette away from Mor," Feyre sighed.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking at me.

"Mor is my mate," I told him, and his eyes went wide.

"Why do you look like a popped balloon?" He asked once he had recovered.

"She's got your mindset of 'my mate is happy and I'm a broken mess, they deserve better'" Feyre sighed, frowning at us.

"Ah, well at least now I know why I am here, Odette, I've been where you are, believe me when I say keeping it from her will not be any help, you should tell her, she cares for you more than you realise." Rhys told me.