Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?"<br /><br />"Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?"<br /><br />That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats."<br /><br />Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. <br /><br />"I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre."<br /><br />I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat.<br /><br />"I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien," Tamlin said.<br /><br />A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed.