Feyre sat still on her knees and she didn't move an inch, her mouth agape. Rhys rushed over to her. "Are you okay? What happened?" He practically yelled.

Feyre didn't say a single word, There was a hole in place of her heart at the moment and she couldn't properly get the right words out. She simply continued gazing out of the window, somehow hoping her baby boy would come back. "He-he stole my boy..." She whispered, more to herself.

Rhys gathered her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. He was fine with waiting until the morning to wait for an explanation. He placed Feyre under the covers and after he knew she was asleep, he silently slipped out of the room to meet with his Shadowmaster.
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A few days later, when Feyre woke up, she smelled Rhys' familiar scent and sighed contently. After a moment her body stiffened. She quickly got out of bed to see if the events of the past few days were actually true. Feyre sprinted to her son's room only to find that everything, indeed happened. She'd done this multiple times now, hoping to find her son in his bed, only to be disappointed.

Rhys was instantly behind, his arms circling around her waist. He was silent as she sobbed in his arms. "Baby, what happened? Will you tell me now?" He asked again, softly. She'd closed up and wouldn't talk about that night.

"I was putting Bash down for the night when I was thrown against the wall." That was the thud he'd heard, he thought. "I tried so hard to get up. I did. But my head wouldn't stop spinning and I couldn't see straight..." She stopped, trying to keep from crying again. "He picked Bash up in his arms and then next thing I knew he was gone." She choke.

"My dear, is it possible you saw his face, or just anything that would help us identify who it was?" He asked again, softly.

She turned in his arms so she was face to face with him. "There was this tattoo on the side of his neck, a spiderweb of sorts and he was tall. He was also white."

Anger and realization flashed in Rhys' eyes. "What's wrong?" Feyre asked.

"I know which group you're talking about." Rhys said, anger lacing his words. "They're the same group that did this to.. Mor." He said, hesitantly.

Feyre let out the breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "So they're coming for our family again? I just don't get it." She blew out a sigh.

Rhys pulled her in close and held her in there bed for a little while longer.
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When Feyre and Rhys decided to leave their bed, they took a shower together and went to the kitchen looking for a meal. Her sisters were no where to be seen and she called out, "Mor?" before realizing her friend was dead and wasn't coming back. She choked a little bit and Rhys just held her against his chest. So this was their life now? Feyre didn't want a single part of it.

Rhys left a short while after, to meet up with Az to get more info on the infamous group that attacked his family. Feyre decided to go visit Mor's grave.

After Feyre had finished writing a note for Rhys, telling him where'd she be, she left for the lake. When she arrived, tears instantly filled her eyes. Something about looking at the boulder that was meant to symbolize her cousin/ best friend's tomb was somber yet peaceful.

Feyre walked to the lake's edge and sat there for a good hour, not talking or moving, just simply listening to the water lap at the shoreline.

After awhile of silence, she spoke. "Man I miss you." She breathed. "I miss you. Everyday. And sometimes I don't think I can learn to live with the pain of losing you. If I could have five more minutes, i'd just ask how you were, and find out who you'd become. I wish I would've said more to you when you were still around. I wish you could be here to watch Bash grow up. But i'm here today to tell you... i'm here to tell you that I understand. I understand it wasn't your fault. And i'm telling you that it's okay. I'm not angry anymore. I think you can love someone so much but you can never love them as much as you miss them." A few tears left her eyes. "It's funny how people often wish they'd said more after that certain someone has passed away." She chuckled. "It's because regret is so much stronger than gratitude. But that's okay because if I couldn't grow old with you in this life, i'd do it in the next." Feyre sighed. "Well. I must be getting back now."

Feyre stood up and wiped the sandy dirt from her hands and pants and wiped her tears away. She walked over to the tomb and laid her hand on the huge, white boulder. "You deserves better than what you got. But i will never let them forget you. I will get the person who did this to you, I swear it on my life." She said.

Feyre winnowed home shortly after to find Rhys in the living room, sitting on the couch with Az and Cass. It felt weird to be gathered, without one of their own. Rhys looked at her. "How was it?" He asked.

"It was fine. I think I found a Peace i'd been missing for awhile." She said, walking over and sitting next to her mate.

"Well," Rhys said, looking at the big, grandfather clock," it's about time for dinner. Who's cooking?" He said, looking at all of them with raised eyebrows.

Feyre looked around and sighed. "I will. Just give me fifteen minutes." True to her word, fifteen minutes later, Feyre was passing around bowls with spaghetti and garlic bread. They are and talked strategy. Nearing the end of dinner, a piece of paper appeared from the middle of thin air.

Rhys quickly grabbed it and read it. "What does it say?" Feyre asked curiously.

Rhys looked at her. "It's from the kidnapper." Feyre stilled instantly.

"Let me see it." She demanded and he handed it over to her. There were words scrawled in cursive on the paper:

'You took my son, so I took yours. There's one way to get him back, that is up to you. At sun down tomorrow night we'll make the trade. Feyre's life for your son's. I'm giving you a choice since you didn't give us one.'

A furious anger took over Feyre's body and before she could say anything Rhys said, "No." in a tone that conveyed that there wouldn't be any discussion.

"If it means i'm getting my son back, you're not stopping me." Feyre said, win equal fervor.

"I'm not losing you again. We'll figure this out." Rhys said with a harsh tone.

Feyre looked at Rhys with all of the love her body could possess. "I know baby I know. But if it comes to it, i'd trade places with my boy in a heartbeat."

Rhys sighed, knowing that he'd at least gained some ground.

Az and Cass left shortly after, saying something about thinking of a plan. Rhys and Feyre went into the bedroom and collapsed into sleep but oddly enough, they didn't have a single nightmare.