" What about Ianthe—and Jurian?” Rhysand’s powerful chest heaved beneath my hand as he blew out a breath. “Reports are murky on both. Jurian, it seems, has returned to the hand that feeds him. Ianthe …” Rhys lifted his brows. “I assume her hand is courtesy of you, and not the commanders.” “She fell,” I said sweetly. “Must have been some fall,” he mused, a dark smile dancing on those lips as he drifted even closer, "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)