“The dress itself won’t mar it, and neither will your movements,” he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. “And I’ll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you—let’s say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime—I’ll know. And, Feyre,” he added, his voice a caressing murmur, “I don’t like my belongings tampered with.”🤤
— Aug 09, 2026 11:47AM
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