Unknown PoV.

My fingers ached from the pot of boiling water that I was cleaning with. The ground was scrubbed clean yet my god awful manager insisted that I kept going.

'It was a shame,' he had said 'that your fingers are put to such awful situations when you could be using them for much more... pleasurable things.' I shuddered to think of what he wanted to do with me.

He was a disgusting old, pot bellied man, who was also conveniently disgustingly rich, who used his money to surround himself with beautiful young women, but if I wanted to get away from here, I needed to stay a little longer.

Rhysand's PoV

My mind was turning over and over on a constant wheel of thought. How to avoid unavoidable death? How to find the unfindable? How to win the unwinnable upcoming war?

They were all quite good questions, ones that needed answering anyway.

I practically jumped up the steps to our town house, Feyre's scent lingered in the door way from when I leaned her against it this morning and... Now was not the time for this, although delicious, thought.

Feyre was sitting in the kitchen curled up in her favourite indigo chair, her legs curled up into her body and she looked positively adorable. Meanwhile, in the actual kitchen, Elain was swaying around with Cerridwen and Nuala piping iced cherries and deep red roses onto pure white cake. Don't really know why they were doing that, but they were and it was worth it to see Elain so entertained and satisfied.

As I moved towards Feyre, she folded the edge of the page she was up to and held her arms up so I could carry her to our room. The gesture, although small, made my heart soar. With her nestled gently but firmly supported in my arms, I made my way to the door before taking flight. I could practically feel Nuala and Cerridwen roll their eyes.

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Rhys sat on the floor by the fire, Feyre between his legs as he ran his fingers through her hair. For a moment everything was perfect, the warmth from the fire and Feyre seeped into his bones and the softness of her hair brushed his chest and under his chin.

Then the moment was over, and Rhys turned to Feyre.

"I visited the bone carver."

Feyre twisted on the spot and looked at him, edging him to keep talking.

"He said that there was a way to stop the cauldron-"

"And?"

"And apparently she is living in the Autumn Court."

Feyre turned around completely now.

"A girl?"

He paused looking into the depths of the fire before turning to look into her eyes.

"It would appear so. And she's 16 years old"

He felt as the breath left Feyre.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know. I only know what she looks like. The Bone carver deigned to show me as much."

"Why is she so significant?"

Rhys then told Feyre what the bone carver had told him.

Feyre stood and looked down at him

"We have to find her. God knows what would happen if she's been hurt and he wakes up and finds out."

Feyre then winnowed out to collect the court. This could change everything.