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

by Sarah J. Maas

“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.” I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “Interesting,” the Suriel said. Mate. Mate. Mate. Rhysand was my mate. Not lover, not husband, but more than that. A bond so deep, so permanent that it was honored over all others. Rare, cherished. Not Tamlin’s mate. Rhysand’s. I was jealous, and pissed off … You’re mine. The words slipped out of me, low and twisted, “Does he know?” The Suriel clenched the robes of its new cloak in its bone-fingers. “Yes.” “For a long while?” “Yes. Since—” “No. He can tell me—I want to hear it from his lips.” The Suriel cocked its head. “You are—you are feeling too much, too fast. I cannot read it.” “How can I possibly be his mate?” Mates were equals—matched, at least in some ways. “He is the most powerful High Lord to ever walk this earth. You are … new. You are made of all seven High Lords. Unlike anything. Are you two not similar in that? Are you not matched?” Mate. And he knew—he’d known. I glanced toward the river, as if I could see all the way to the cave, to where Rhysand slept. When I looked back at the Suriel, it was gone.