Rhysand and Feyre's arrival at the Summer Court brought a palpable tension, heightened by the presence of the new member of their Inner Circle. She was sharp, her wit as keen as the blades she likely wielded. I couldn't take my eyes off her during dinner, my gaze fixed on her every move, every word. She challenged me without saying a word, her eyes meeting mine with a fire that both infuriated and intrigued me. As discussions of alliances and strategies flowed around us, I found myself more focused on deciphering the enigma before me than the plans being laid out. I did NOT trust her one bit

After dinner, I waited for my moment and caught her just as she reached her designated room. The hall was dimly lit, shadows dancing across her face, accentuating her determined expression.

"You think you can just waltz in here and trust will follow?" I stepped closer, the space between us charged with a mix of suspicion and undeniable attraction. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't back down, matching my challenge with a defiant lift of her chin. "This isn't over," I murmured, my voice low and laced with promise.