Mor's body hit the ground and a soundless scream escaped Feyre as she fell to her knees, her hands shakily covered her mouth as tears ran down her face. Feyre felt a stong pair of arms wrap around her and she was being dragged inside her house by Cassian. Rhys was no longer anywhere to be seen. Cassian was yelling at her to... take cover? Everything was spinning and her hearing went out for a moment. Cassian shook her violently.
"Feyre!" He shouted over the piercing cries that floated all around them. "We need to get you out of here!" He tried to tell her over again but Feyre wouldn't move. She fought Cassian's grip on her stomach. Feyre ran towards Mor's body.
"Mor. Mor! MOR!" She was screaming now, shaking her friends body over and over again. Nothing. Feyre begun to cry harder. She touched Mor's beautiful red dress, the one she'd worn over again. Feyre's hands were shaking as she touched her face.

Arrows begun flying again and struck several other people. One struck Feyre in the back before a protective shield of vibrant violet went over their heads, courtsey of Az and Cass. People were still screaming, clinging to their loved ones that now lay motionless one the rooftop of her home. Rhys was now on the roof again, scanning for his mate. He caught sight of her, and ran towards her. "Feyre you're hurt! You need to leave!" Feyre just looked at her mate, anger and despair covering her eyes.

Feyre stood up and she lifted her hands. Darkness was layed upon everything in the city. The sound of ash arrows stopped, giving Az's shadows time to find and kill the assailant. The veil of darkness dropped and Feyre looked up at the night sky, only to see the stars and the moon winking at her. In the distance, Feyre heard Rhys calling for her, telling her to open her eyes and to keep fighting. And just like that, strong arms wrapped around her as the night sky left her once again.

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Rhys was laying in the hospital room, holding Feyre's hand while his son silently slept on his lap. He was about to fall asleep when he felt a little tug on his hand. He opened his eyes and saw Feyre staring back at him. "Wh-where am I?" She asked. He squeezed her hand and said, "You're in the hospital baby. You were out for two days." He said, his voice starting to crack. "Is..?" She asked. Rhys already knew her question, closed his eyes and nodded his head in answer. Feyre started crying and reached out for Rhys. He held her until she stopped crying.

She pulled away and looked at him. "Who?" There was enough anger in her question that Rhys knew what she meant. "His name was Quinn Black and you killed him, after he almost killed you." Feyre had forgetten she had almost died. "There was enough poison on the arrows, it could've killed four Fey." He said quickly, already knowing what she was thinking.

Ferye just said, "Did you find out why? Did you find out why he killed her?" Her voice was starting to break as well. "No." It was the only thing he could say.

"When if the funeral?" Feyre whispered, getting out of the bed. Her gown was riding up her legs as she walked to the bathroom. "It's supposed to start in a few minutes." He said with his head down, already dressed for the occasion. Feyre returned from the bathroom, dressed in another black dress. She walked over to Rhys and took his face in her hands. His eyes trailed up her body and he smiled. She just pulled him close and his head lay against her chest.

After a few minutes of silence, Rhys winnowed them to where the rest of the precision was taking place. Cassian and Azriel were already there, lowering her body onto the boat. She was dressed in all white and her blonde hair was hanging down the back of the pyre. The mountains that surrounded to lake made the whole scene just seem so surreal. She should be here. Feyre shouldn't be at her funeral. She had so many things she still wanted to do with Mor.

Despite the fact she was only surrounded by the Inner Circle, it still felt very odd. To be standing there, without one of their members, it just felt so wrong. Feyre let out a small whimper and covered her mouth before any more sounds could come out. Rhys pulled her in tight and watched as Azriel pulled the flamming arrow back and lit the pyre on which Mor now burned. Feyre burrowed herself into Rhys and he held her tightly, both silently crying over the loss of one of their own.

After 30 minutes, Cassian and Azriel left. Some people mourn differently than others. "Do you want to head back?" Rhys whispered on to her head. "Not yet. I need to be here alone for awhile. I'll meet you back at the house." She said softly, trying no to start crying again. Rhys only nodded and kissed her before vanishing.

Feyre walked over to the edge of the lake and sat down. She sat there for a few minutes collecting herself and trying to find the right words to say. Instead, she just started crying again. She'd try again later. Silent sobs racked her body until she felt a warm, strong hand grip her shoulder. Azriel looked out over the water, watching Mor's body burn slowly. He just said, "I know." before helping her up to her feet. Feyre leaned in and gave Az a hug. He shook a little and Feyre wondered if it was from him crying. They stood like that for a little while before he scooped her up and flew them back to the townhouse.

Az landed at the front door, and Feyre silently thanked him for not flying them to the roof. She just walked in and found Rhys sitting in a chair, looking out the window, drinking an amber colored liquid. Feyre reached him, took his drink and placed it on the table. She grabbed Rhys' hand and led them to their room.

"Feyreee.. noww as muchhh as I loveee youuu.. I'm notttt in the mooood right now." He was drunk. Off of what? Feyre couldn't possibly imagine. "Come on, I'm not trying to get in your pants. Just come lie down with me." Feyre said in a calm voice. Rhys walked around to face her. She looked in his eyes and they softened. Gone was the anger and hurt that had been present only moments ago.

Feyre led them to their bed and silently took her shoes and coat off. Rhys helped her with the dress and she climbed into bed. Rhys was just as naked as she was, lying in bed, moments later. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight. "I almost lost you. Again." He said in a disbelieving tone. He sounded small, vulnurable. "I already lost Mor, I can't lose you too." His voice was starting to break and so was feyre's heart.

"You're not going to lose me." She said rolling over and gripping his face. He leaned into the touch and she kissed him softly. "I'm still breathing. I'm good. I'm here. I love you and I'm not going anywhere." She said, matter-of-factly. She rolled over again and felt the rise and fall of Rhys' chest as it fell even. As they fell asleep, his arm wrapped tightly around her stomach.