“I took it upon myself to add your presents to the communal trove.'

I lifted my brows. 'Everyone gave you their gifts?'

'He's the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,' Mor explained.

I looked toward Azriel.

'Even him,' Amren said.

Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. 'Spymaster, remember?'

'We started doing it two centuries ago,' Mor went on. 'After Rhys caught Amren literally shaking a box to figure out what was inside.'

Amren clicked her tongue as I laughed. 'What they didn't see was Cassian down here ten minutes earlier, sniffing each box.'

Cassian threw her a lazy smile. 'I wasn't the one who got caught.'

I turned to Rhys. 'And somehow you're the most trustworthy one?'

Rhys looked outright offended. 'I am a High Lord, Feyre darling. Unwavering honour is built into my bones.'

Mor and I snorted.”