Art by 🎨 : @bookish_impressions "Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone-Rhysand. But Amarantha still neared. "You think you're worthy of him? A High Lord? [...]" Rhysand yelled my name again-yelled it as though he cared.[...] Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the-Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat. She lifted a hand-not even bothering to look-and he was blasted back by a wall of white light. [...] "Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. "Please." Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine."