Under the Mountain

What a sorry state for Tamlin's champion. Go to hell. We all have our own versions of hell darling. And what would he say if he knew his  beloved was rotting away down here? I mean not that he cares anyway. And Lucien can't help you either not anymore. What? Oh you don't know? I suppose you wouldn't. Tamlin made an example of him in front  of the whole court for helping you. 20 lashes, ouch. And you thought your wounds were bad. Did you just come here to gloat? What do you want. I want you. You'

re disgusting. Let me see your arm. I can fix that for you you know. No, absolutely not. You sure? All that festering filth you'd be  lucky to keep anything above the elbow. Why do you even care. What? You want to go into your  next challenge looking like that? Disappointing. I don't need your help I've  survived far worse than this. Let me see your arm. That's wonderfully gruesome. I don't need to invade your  thoughts to see what you know, You're dying. Go. to. hell. Just how long do you think

you'll last? Long enough. Oh really. Yes. No one expected me to kill the worm but I did. No one expects me to win these trials but I will. You would choose death over my help. Yes. Then you'd die for nothing. You humans always think you're immortal  when you're so easily breakable. I don't imagine you'll be much good to Tamlin dead. When your condition gets worse, which it will,  and when these trials get more difficult, which they will, Tamlin will have the privilege  of watching you die is th

at what you want? You will die. If you fix my arm what's in it for you. I told you. I want you. For two weeks every month. Never. Okay. Wait. Yes. Just two weeks? Just two weeks, two teensy tiny little  weeks with me every month that's all I ask. One. Ten days. Five. A week it is. Then it's a deal. What did you do to me? That's just a formality bargains are  to be permanently marked upon flesh. Make it go away. You humans are truly grateful creatures aren't you. You didn't tell me this would hap

pen. You didn't ask. I'll send Tamlin your regards. Rest up Feyre. Don't expect me to do anything  for you while I'm with you, I'm not yours I will never be yours.