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“You have got to be shitting me.” Mor said at last, dumbfounded at the revelation.
They were all sat in front of Feyre and Rhysand, as if they were a group of toddlers about to be told off. Cassian was slouched into an orange beanbag, Mor was leaning against the wall. Amren’s head on her lap, lying across the rest of the bed. Azriel was sat on the floor, his back rick rod straight, following the frame of the bed.
Rhysand shook his head solemnly at her and responded, “We are, in fact, not shitting you.” Feyre’s eyes travelled from each of her friends, taking in their shocked faces. The only one who didn’t look completely surprised was Amren, but Feyre reckoned nothing could shake her.
Cassian was the next to speak, “But why did you have to fake it anyway? What was the point?” he asked. Rhysand opened his mouth to tell Cass that it didn’t matter why, but Feyre cut in before he could.
“Tamlin.” She said simply.
They all understood. Though Rhysand was the only one who knew the entire story, and Mor knew most of it, they all knew enough.
They were all smart enough to figure out that the only way she could escape from Tamlin was to do what she did, that she wouldn’t have done it otherwise.
Feyre’s eyes settled on Azriel, and she could see the storm brewing behind his own. Azriel had the most protective nature out of all of them, knowing what it was like to be mistreated by the people closest to you, even if he didn’t know exactly how Tamlin had mistreated Feyre.
When he looked up at her she smiled at him gently, and his shoulders relaxed, the clouds disappearing from his eyes.
“Why did you not tell me?” Mor asked suddenly. “Why didn’t you tell me at the beginning?”
Even though she didn’t say it, Feyre could hear the end to her unfinished sentence I’m your best friend, you’re meant to tell me these things.
“Because every person we told meant a higher possibility of Tamlin finding out.” Feyre explained. The hurt in Mors eyes was clear, and Feyre looked at her with pleading eyes, please understand. Please understand that I do trust you, but I couldn’t risk Tamlin finding out. I just couldn’t.
“Why tell us at all?” Amren piqued up, sounding bored despite her question.
“Because our relationship was a lie before, and you all thought it was real,” Rhysand began, “but now it is real, and we want you to know that what was fake, was fake.”
Everyone was silent for a couple moments, digesting what Rhysand had just said.
“Not the most eloquent you’ve ever been, but I think we understand,” Azriel mused.
Rhysand grinned at his friend, “Well, I can’t be perfect now all the time can I?”