Eighty Two

After talking with Renne, I came out of the kitchen. Looking for Rhysand, and I found him in a field of reeds, alone looking ahead. A distant glance, and his hands in his coat pockets. His appearance was so handsome that I was amazed for a moment before realizing that Felicia wasn't there.

"Where's Felicia?" I said as I stepped closer to him.

He glanced over his shoulder. "I told him to leave me alone."

I frowned as I stopped beside him. "I thought you needed a friend."

He turned to me. "All I need is you."

“Stop spouting such cheap words.” I snorted in annoyance.

His laughs out.

"What do you think about this place?" I asked turning to him.

“Beautiful and wonderful.” he replied. "I thought I would make one like this in America or Spain or some other country."

I rolled my eyes. "You already have a lot of houses, you know."

"You only know four." He furrowed his brows.

"And that's too much already!" I shouted without being able to hold it in. "I don't know what's the point of having lots