Rhys watched the girl bring them a range of beverages and drinks, his eyes trailing her movements. With practiced ease she placed the plates in front of everyone, starting with Amren, giving her a large goblet filled with deep red blood. "Thank you Feyre" Mor said from the end. "Your welcome Lady Morrigan, and happy birthday." she replied. He sat there, thoughts rushing through his head. He felt unworthy to be in her presence and yet he never wanted anything so much.

Azriel's eyes flickered between them but no shadows were to be seen.

Feyre bowed to him and the table as she began to leave. Before she left she caught his eye and he saw her expression change from neutral to a panicked face. She rushed away, head down and went straight into the kitchen, after that he couldn't see her anymore. Rhys wanted to run after her and hold her but it seemed that his presence scared her. "How do you know her?" he asked Mor, but she just smiled at him and said "I know everyone." He felt like a prisoner and Feyre was his judge. All he could do was await judgement.