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...
When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year. My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. Every single...
What's it doing? the green-faced faerie whined again.A deep, elegant voice replied this time. She's building a trap. Rhysand.But the Middengard—Relies on its scent to see, Rhysand answered, and I gave...
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.
So here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.
If I'd had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. You're a disgusting bastard.I'll have to ask Tamlin if this kind of flattery won his heart.
I turned. I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but I’m glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you’ll do whatever I want. I must have...
He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.
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...
Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.I didn't want to think much about his abilities. Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?Perhaps...
I want you to know, I whispered, that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored— to be your mate.
Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet...
I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.Welcome to the Night Court.
Don’t you—you don’t want your own space?No, he said baldly. Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves.
I bet you'll be spitting on Death's face when she comes to claim you, too.
Because, he went on, his eyes locked with mine, I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone.And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same th...
A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from. Pig, I...
So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of...
She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.''What?' Mor whsipered.I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said...