The High Lord's violet eyes assessed you with interest. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, desperately wanting to free yourself from his touch.

Rhysand smiled when he noticed your clear discomfort. He approached you even more and carefully cupped your chin, lifting your gaze and forcing you to meet his.

"You're a cute, wicked little thing." He said, smiling arrogantly when he saw the clear effect his words had on you.

"Let me go." You mumbled. Rhys smiled even more.

"Now, I can't do that, can I?" He contemplated and said, "No, I can't. Every action has a consequence and you must not leave my sight again, darling."

You shivered as he purred, your entire body shaking at the mischievous look that crossed the High Lord's handsome face. You should have known better that trying to run away from him would only result in greater punishment.