Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
I frowned at the eye in my palm. What, literally shout at the tattoo?You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.
I came to claim the one I love.
Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.
Going somewhere? Tamlin asked. His voice was not entirely of this world.I suppressed a shudder. Midnight snack, I said, and I was keenly aware of every movement, every breath I took as I neared him.Hi...
My wings, the faerie whispered.You'll get them back.The Faerie struggled to open his eyes. You swear?Yes, I breathed. The faerie managed a slight smile and closed his eyes again. My mouth trembled. I...
I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.And I was not a mouse.I was a wolf.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.
You can’t write, yet you learned to hunt, to survive. How?I paused with my foot on the threshold. That’s what happens when you’re responsible for lives other than your own, isn’t it? You do what you h...
Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. I h...