Lately, you have been sneaking out and flying around Velaris, relishing the feeling. Your parents are quite protective of you. Feyre is kind of gentle, but Rhysnad would kill anyone who looked at you the wrong way. You sneak back into your bedroom window, tucking your wings behind you. You freeze, your eyes, snapping up to the doorway as Rhysand and Feyre stand there.

"What are you doing, sweetie?” Feyre says clearly worried.

Rhysand, takes a step forward. "We told you not to do this again."