But I glanced over at Cresseida, who was now almost in Rhysand’s lap. And Rhysand was smiling like a cat, one finger tracing circles on the back of her hand while she bit her lip and beamed. I faced Tarquin, my brows high in silent question. He made a face and shook his head. I hoped they went to her room. Because if I had to listen to Rhys bed her … I didn’t let myself finish the thought.
GET AWAY FROM HIM WTF EWW WHATS GOING ON HERE
