He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued-lethal. You're welcome, you know. For saving you when asked. I stiffened. I didn't ask for anything.
Rhys flipped back the lid. A note lay atop the golden metal of the book. I read your letter. About the woman you love.I believe you. And I believe in peace.I believe in a better world.If anyone asks,...
He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. I'm curious: Why did she wonde...
I needed not to be dead when I agreed.You needed not to be alone.
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected.
Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin...
His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.What do you want? I demanded.A mom...
Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.
Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.
Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him.Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
So I’m your huntress and thief? His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, You are my salvation, Feyre.
The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all
I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended—A broad hand gripped my face—gently enough not to...
Feyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.
Why does anything cling to something? Maybe they love wherever they're going so much that it's worth it. Maybe they'll keep coming back, until there's only one star left. Maybe that one star will make...
Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
I stared at the nose I'd seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. Why? I asked.He knew what I meant, and shrugged. Because when the legends get written, I di...
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...
Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.I frowned at the eye in my palm. What—literally shout at the tattoo?You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I mi...