Sarah J. Maas Quote

God afternoon, I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin. I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me. You look . . . refreshed, Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. Sleep well?Like a babe. I smiled as him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck.What is that bruise? Lucien demanded. I pointed my fork to Tamlin. Ask him, he did it.Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you? he asked with no small amount of amusement. I bit her, Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.