Rhysand was visiting the Hewn city. He had to every once in a while, as much as he hated it.

He strolled in with Cassian and Azriel behind him.

As soon as he took his place on his throne his eyes locked with another fae and he flinched.

His mate. The mating bond has snapped into place here out of all places.

Rhysand narrowed his eyes at the fae. “What is your name?”