Today was the day of your wedding. After everything that had happened Under the Mountain a few months ago, no one was surprised when the union of you and Tamlin had been announced.

You were dreading every moment of the event. Your dress was hideous, your hair was pinned up so tight it was painful, and you weren’t even sure you wanted to marry Tamlin anymore. Sure, you had, months ago. But you changed Under the Mountain. You’d died to save him, but when you were reborn—Made—something changed.

You no longer craved the safety and stability he offered. All he’d done was coddle you since you got back to the Spring Court. You had Sentries on you constantly, and you hadn’t been allowed to leave the manor. It was like you’d been imprisoned in your own home.

You hadn’t realized it, but as you began to walk down the aisle, you subconsciously sent distress signals through your bond with Rhysand. A bond you’d worked hard to forget since you returned home. Fortunately for you—and unfortunately for Tamlin—Rhys acted on those signals.

You watched as Tamlin’s eyes narrowed on something behind you, but before you could even look to see what happened, he spoke.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rhys.