𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟓

Arya

     It's the very same night that Tamlin told Feyre and me to pack and that he'll be sending us back to the mortal lands tomorrow morning. I protested to stay, of course, I've used my powers enough that a word of a fae glamoured as a human is bound to get to Amarantha.

But Tamlin insisted I go back with Feyre, be there to protect her in case they came looking for her. With hesitancy, I agreed. I can use that time to plan what I can do to help.

I left Feyre with Tamlin, knowing that the two of them wanted to spend as much time as they could with each other.

Farewells this morning are short, no one being fond of them. I turned to Alis once Feyre was done talking to her and surprised her with a tight hug, "I'm going to miss you so much."

"No tears," Alis choked up making me giggle. I glance back at her before crossing the front door, "May we meet again Alis."

"Those clothes are enough to convince me I never want to enter the human realm." Lucien tells Feyre. Our comedic relief. "I'm not sure the human realm would know what to do with you," answered Feyre.

I snorted from behind them. "Just tell her that you'll miss her," I comment. He shakes his head, narrowing his metal eye at Feyre. "I thought you were smarter than this."

I shake my head at the two, walking over to Tamlin. "Be smart about your next moves," I tell him. "I don't need advice from you," he snaps at me, silencing the other two.

"I'm not the one who cursed you, so drop the damn attitude," I snapped back.

"You're not even going to give them a few more days? Just a few -- before you send them back to the human cesspit?" Lucien demanded which fuel whatever is brewing inside of Tamlin. "This isn't up for debate," he snapped yet again.

I pushed him towards Feyre, harder than I intended but I didn't care. "Stop being an asshole for a minute and go say your farewells," I scold him.

I pull Lucien into a hug while the two talk. "I'll see you again Lucien, hopefully in better circumstances."

"Don't be a stranger next time, please," he pleaded. I give him a soft smile before hopping into the carriage, not bothering with bidding Tamlin good bye.

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I helped Feyre out of the carriage when she muttered, "Will you tell Nesta about you?" I scoffed, "Do you want to see Nesta hand me to the townspeople on a silver platter?"

"Arya, she loves you like a mother," she pushes quietly as we start making our way to the front door. "Feyre, I don't think she'll care about that when she finds out the truth."

She sighs before knocking at the door. I pull the hood of my cloak over my head, shuddering at the chill wind. I look up through my eyelashes when the door opens, revealing a beautiful Nesta.

Nesta eyed Feyre before curtsying and Elain followed suit. "Welcome to our home," Nesta said a bit flatly, her eyes on the ground. "Lady ..." I couldn't help but let out a snort whilst Feyre laughed.

"Nesta, don't you recognize your own sister?"

Elain gasped. "Feyre?" She went to reach for her but paused and turned her gaze at me. "Arya? Mother?" she whispered.

I push the hood back, finally showing my face. Elain lets out a sob, barrelling her body on me. I drop the bags I was carrying, wrapping my arms around her. "Hello, my sweet."

Elain lets out another sob before sputtering out words, "What of Aunt Ripleigh, then? Is she ... dead?" The glamour.

Nesta forced her eyes away from me and took in Feyre's extravagant clothes and pearls, "She left you her fortune," she said flatly. Nice to know the attitude hasn't changed.