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    “Do you often visit Rhys in the bath?”

    It seems like a practical question. Three Illyrian men share glances, Rhys to Cass and Cass to Az and Az back to Rhys, a communication that Feyre isn’t privy to. It’s kind of its own answer, which she imagines they all know, because no one speaks up to correct her observation. She looks back to Rhys.

    “Is it an Illyrian thing?”

    Hesitating, he draws his fingertips across the frame of her face, propping up her chin so he can bow in, lapping up his own spend from her skin. She feels slightly embarrassed that Cassian and Azriel are there to witness, but then she was the one to stop their departure. Someone across the room takes a sharp inhale.

    “It is an Illyrian thing,” Rhys coos, a brief explanation. “It’s also an us thing. I’m sorry, Feyre. I should’ve trained the pups to knock.”

    Cassian and Azriel visit Feyre and Rhys in the bath.

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    27 May 2026

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