( Feyre doesn’t like this. All these doors. Too much could go wrong, each one reminds her of a Court (despite none of what’s back home being here), and yet that urgency—
She jolts as the message unexpectedly comes in, frowning immediately. Not at the words. Not at the tone of said words. It’s the fact that someone is in her head and it’s not her mate. How is she supposed to get used to that? )
Sorry. ( From where she’s standing several doors down the hall, her head dips slightly following the apology, moving forward to his position. ) I thought there might be something here. Wasn’t sure. It’s hard to tell.
8.0 — un: cursebreaker
She jolts as the message unexpectedly comes in, frowning immediately. Not at the words. Not at the tone of said words. It’s the fact that someone is in her head and it’s not her mate. How is she supposed to get used to that? )
Sorry. ( From where she’s standing several doors down the hall, her head dips slightly following the apology, moving forward to his position. ) I thought there might be something here. Wasn’t sure. It’s hard to tell.