The Ends of the Earth

Chapter 8

"When were you going to tell me?" Feyre demanded from Rhys.

"As soon as I knew the threats were real," Rhys firmly said back.

Feyre rubbed her face, trying her best not to let the tears fall.

"You're sure?" Feyre whispered. He nodded.

The thought of it shook her to her very being.

The Cauldron's presence was sensed in the wretched lands of Hybern.

"I thought Miryam and Drakon dumped it in the ocean," Feyre said.

"It had to have been too shallow," he whispered.

Feyre look back at the dinner table. Amren was having it out with Cassian while Nesta laughed. Azriel and Elain just lost in each other's eyes.

"They don't know?" She asked.

But when she look back at Rhysand, she knew the answer was a no.

"I can't ruin this, I won't," he said.

She took his hands in hers, "You won't, these bonds are unbreakable."

A long moment of silence later, Feyre said, "And if we make it through this, which we will, I want to try for another baby."

The shock in his eyes were soon replaced by tears, "You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, Feyre darling. I promise you that cauldron is not getting in the way of our family."

After their firstborn came out and died within the first two hours of living, they had spent months in bed together, holding on to the other as if it was the only way to halt from slipping away.

"We have to tell them," Feyre said.

Rhys brushed her fingers against his, "Tomorrow," he said.

"Hurry up, Cassian is about to finish the potatoes!" Mor yelled.

Feyre chuckled, took Rhys' hand and headed to the table.

For one last peaceful night with their family.

Author's note - LOWkey my favorite chapter so far! Thank you for reading!!