Remember Me

16

He figured Rhysand winnowed to the border before he flew the rest of the way in. Winnowing near his home needs to have special permission to do that. The High Lord of the Night Court didn't have that permission.

"Where is she?"

"At my house."

Without waiting he grabbed Rhys's arm and winnowed away. A few minutes later, he was running through the house and found her lifeless on the floor, her head in the Shadowsinger's lap. Lucien was beside her, his face pale. He fell to his knees next to her and cupped her cheek. She was ice cold.

"No, no, no, no, no." He whispered in a panic. "When does the healer get here?"

"She's on her way." Feyre said with a soft voice.

"Lucien, we need to warm her up." He said, not taking his eyes off her lifeless form, her pale skin. Lucien shifted so he could hold both of her hands. He cupped both of her cheeks and placed his forehead against hers. Sending all the warmth through her body, just like his brother was doing. Her pale colour pinked up and her body felt warm once again, but she was still lifeless. The others in the room were dead silent. He wasn't even sure who all was in the room.

"Stay with me, Terrin." He whispered. "I can't lose you, not again. I won't survive that." His fingers trembled against her cheeks. "You are everything to me, everything. I love you. I think I was in love with you since the moment I met you. Come back to me. Please, come back -" It seemed like a piece of wall broke off in his mind, letting out a tiny bit of information. He shook when he said. "Come back to me, Jo." He noticed he was crying when his tears fell on her cheeks. "Joénna-Bry Terrin."

"Jo." Lucien whispered somewhere near him.

And suddenly it felt like his head exploded. He fell backward, clutching his head as he screamed. It was like a wall was being torn apart inside his head. All of his memories of her started to fill his mind, over and over again. He clutched his heart as it felt like something cracked in there.

"Eris." Lucien's voice came from somewhere far away. "Breathe through it. Come on, take a deep breath."

He didn't know how he did it. He didn't see or hear anyone around him. He just saw her. Their past, their present and their future he had hoped to have with her. Because know he knew... he was in love with her for a long time before the curse hit. And he never got to tell her.

"Drink this." Lucien urged, pushing a vial against his lips.

"No." He shook his head. "Jo."

"The healer is working on her. You need to drink this for your body and mind to calm down."

He opened his mouth and just let Lucien pour whatever it was into his mouth. Everything in him calmed. His head cleared and his tension on his heart released. He opened his eyes and Lucien was kneeling in front of him.

"Do you -"

"I remember everything." He let out a shuddering breath and for the first time in centuries he took his youngest brother in his arms. Lucien was hesitant at first before his arms curled around his back. His eyes fell over his brother shoulder to the healer and Jo. "How is she?"

"She's going to be okay. She needs her rest, but she'll be up and about by tomorrow." The healer turned to him. "You two heating up her body saved her life." The healer stood up and collected her things. "I'll come by in the morning to check up on her."

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Madja." Feyre said, clasping hands with the healer.

"Not a problem, High Lady."