“You know she won’t bite, right?” Lucien jumps slightly, his ear turning pink and the color dusting over his cheeks.
“I wasn’t- I mean I don’t-”
“You’re her mate. You should go talk to her.” Feyre urges. “It’s been months. You’re high lord of the spring Court now. She’s starting to think that you don’t like her.”
“She deserves better than me.” Lucien murmured.
“Oh for Mother’s sake, Lucien, go talk to her!” With that declaration, Feyre shoves him out from behind the tree he’d been observing Elain from. He stumbles and curses, the noise bringing her eyes to him.