His gaze traveled over the bow and

His gaze traveled over the bow and quiver strapped to my back, the wooden-hilted hunting knife at my side. His eyes turned damp. “Feyre … the risk …”
I jerked my chin at the pelt, unable to keep the snap from my voice as I said, “I had no other choice.”

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Tatapan bepergian atas busur dan bergetar diikat ke punggung saya, pisau berburu kayu-hilted di sisi saya. Matanya berubah lembab. "Feyre... risiko..."Aku tersentak daguku di pelt, mampu menjaga snap dari suara saya seperti yang saya katakan, "saya tidak memiliki pilihan lain."