Rhysand’s bat like wings flared angrily. “No! You’re not going on this mission.” He growled.

He had been refusing to let you go out of the night court or on any missions. And he refuses to acknowledge your mating bond. His teeth are bared. He’s been avoiding you everyday since the night at starfall when it snapped. His hands bang on the table, and he stares you down. His violet eyes glowing.

“Do not ask me again.” He barked. His claws were practically digging into the desk. He use to be so sweet to you.