"So, I was right."
Rhysand's eyes widened like those of a hunted animal with nowhere to run.
He didn't confirm it, but he wasn't denying it either. He just stood there, watching you wipe your hands and face him.
"Rhys," you whispered gently as you made a step towards him, "may I... touch you?"
The fae's breath got hitched in his throat. He made no movement, neither towards you, nor away from you. But his gaze that slowly slid to the ground somehow didn't feel like refusal.
Still, you waited.
Once he realised you wouldn't come closer without an answer, Rhysand moved his head in the smallest of nods.
That was all you needed.
Gently and slowly, you took his hand and wrapped it in yours. First, it was like the touch of a butterfly, but gradually, your grip tightened, sharing all of your mortal warmth.
Somehow, the two of you ended up sitting down.
"I am so sorry, about what you had to suffer through."
Rhysand gritted his teeth.
"It was my choice," he said, but you shook your head.
"I'm sure there's more to it than that."
"What do you know?" Rhysand's voice almost broke as he exclaimed. "You're just a..." his eyes landed on the tattoo adorning the back of your hand. You followed his gaze and smiled.
"I'm your partner in crime, aren't I?" Rhysand flinched.
"And this 'you're just a filthy mortal' doesn't work on me anymore, since apparently, you want to keep seeing me for the rest of your life."
It didn't matter if the deal came to be only to annoy Tamlin. The fact that there was someone who cheered you on, who believed that you could push through this thing and survive, it made you feel infinitely more hopeful.
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