A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.” Surprise sparked through me, setting my feet moving. Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. “The last I heard, Cassian, no one has ever taken you up on that offer.”

“Everyone wants to talk-talk-talk,” Mor said, giving a warning glare at Cassian, who had indeed opened his mouth. “Can’t we eat-eat-eat, and then talk?”

“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.”

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

will kill anyone who harms you,” Rhys snarled. “I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it.” He panted. “Go ahead. Hate me—despise me for it.”

“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.”

“Cruel, beautiful thing.” I snorted. The idea that he found me beautiful at all— “You are,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I thought that from the first moment I saw you on Calanmai.”

“Welcome to the family, Feyre.” And I thought those might have been the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.