Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everything ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke.
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His first words to me— not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
You can leave if you're just going to insult me.But I'm so good at it. He flashed one of his grins.
Why don’t you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?It doesn’t work like that. There’s no air there. I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed.
Faeries began calling foul play, demanding Tamlin be released from the curse, calling her a liar. Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the-You are all pigs...
He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me—both in private and in public. A snort. Of course, if you decide to truly kic...
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. I wish I had days to spend with you— like this, I managed to say as my eyelids droope...
So I said, He is lucky to have all of you.No, she said softly—more gently than I'd ever heard. are lucky to have him, Feyre. I turned from the door. I have known many High Lord, Amren continued, stud...
But I wouldn’t sit in my room, couldn’t allow myself to mourn and mope and weep and sleep. So I would venture out, even if it was an agony…
And though his face was calm, his shoulders thrown back, I said, I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. His hand squeezed mine in answer before...
Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.
I sipped from my wine. And if he had grabbed me?There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.
That girl that had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort . . . she had died Under the Mountain. I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my...
Feyre, he said--softly enough that I faced him again. Why? He tilted his head to the side. You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras . . . Even in the darkened hallway, his usual bright eye...
Because I wouldn't want to die alone, I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile aft...
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