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

by Sarah J. Maas

“Cresseida made many sacrifices on behalf of her people,” Tarquin offered gently—to me. “Do not take her caution personally.” “We all made sacrifices,” Rhysand said, the icy boredom now shifting into something razor-sharp. “And you now sit at this table with your family because of the ones Feyre made. So you will forgive me, Tarquin, if I tell your princess that if she sends word to Tamlin, or if any of your people try to bring her to him, their lives will be forfeit.” Even the sea breeze died. “Do not threaten me in my own home, Rhysand,” Tarquin said. “My gratitude goes only so far.” “It’s not a threat,” Rhys countered, the crab claws on his plate cracking open beneath invisible hands. “It’s a promise.” They all looked at me, waiting for any response. So I lifted my glass of wine, looked them each in the eye, holding Tarquin’s gaze the longest, and said, “No wonder immortality never gets dull.” Tarquin chuckled—and I wondered if his loosed breath was one of profound relief. And through that bond between us, I felt Rhysand’s flicker of approval.