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.
You're still lovely, Mor said a bit gently.
I came to claim the one I love.
If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too? - Lucien Vanserra
Dance, Feyre, he whispered.
The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.
You drove me mad,
Dance, Feyre,
I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.
I want to share this bed with you, though, I breathed. I want you to hold me. Stars flickered to life in his eyes. Always, he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. Always.
His throat bobbled. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent.I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tear...
We're all broken, Mor said. In our own ways - in places no one might see.
I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago,...
If it grieves you, he said, the words caressing my bones, then I don't think it's absurd at all.
So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals? I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin’s baldric, the warrior’s clothes, Lucien’s sword.Lucien smirked. We also...
What about my kiss?