Cassian snickered. “Feyre doesn’t look too tired. Maybe she could give me a ride—” Rhys exploded. Wings and muscles and snapping teeth, and they were rolling through the mud, fists flying, and— And Cassian had known exactly what he was saying and doing, I realized as he kicked Rhys off him, as Rhys didn’t touch that power that could have flattened these mountains. He’d seen the edge in Rhys’s eyes and known he had to dull it before we could go any further. Rhys had known, too. Which was why we’d winnowed here first—and not Velaris. They were a sight to behold, two Illyrian males fighting in
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