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

by Sarah J. Maas

“Do you like that Tarquin can’t stop looking at you? I can’t tell if it’s because he wants you, or because he knows you have his power and wants to see how much.” “Can’t it be both?” “Of course. But having a High Lord lusting after you is a dangerous game.” “First you taunt me with Cassian, now Tarquin? Can’t you find other ways to annoy me?” Rhys prowled closer, and I steadied myself for his scent, his warmth, the impact of his power. He braced a hand on either side of me, gripping the dresser. I refused to shrink away. “You have one task here, Feyre. One task that no one can know about. So do anything you have to in order to accomplish it. But get that book. And do not get caught.” I wasn’t some simpering fool. I knew the risks. And that tone, that look he always gave me … “Anything?” His brows rose. I breathed, “If I fucked him for it, what would you do?” His pupils flared, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. The wood dresser groaned beneath his hands. “You say such atrocious things.” I waited, my heart an uneven beat. He at last met my eyes again. “You are always free to do what you want, with whomever you want. So if you want to ride him, go ahead.” “Maybe I will.” Though a part of me wanted to retort, Liar. “Fine.” His breath caressed my mouth. “Fine,” I said, aware of every inch between us, the distance smaller and smaller, the challenge heightening with each second neither of us moved. “Do not,” he said softly, his eyes like stars, “jeopardize this mission.” “I know ...