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

by Sarah J. Maas

I chucked the box onto the bed beside him. “You tell me.” The smile faltered as he sat up, flipping open the lid. “This isn’t the Book.” “No, but it’s a beautiful gift.” “You want me to buy you jewelry, Feyre, then say the word. Though given your wardrobe, I thought you were aware that it was all bought for you.” I hadn’t realized, but I said, “Tarquin is a good male—a good High Lord. You should just ask him for the damned Book.” Rhys snapped shut the lid. “So he plies you with jewels and pours honey in your ear, and now you feel bad?” “He wants your alliance—desperately. He wants to trust you, rely on you.” “Well, Cresseida is under the impression that her cousin is rather ambitious, so I’d be careful to read between his words.” “Oh? Did she tell you that before, during, or after you took her to bed?” Rhys stood in a graceful, slow movement. “Is that why you wouldn’t look at me? Because you think I fucked her for information?” “Information or your own pleasure, I don’t care.” He came around the bed, and I stood my ground, even as he stopped with hardly a hand’s breadth between us. “Jealous, Feyre?” “If I’m jealous, then you’re jealous about Tarquin and his honey pouring.” Rhysand’s teeth flashed. “Do you think I particularly like having to flirt with a lonely female to get information about her court, her High Lord? Do you think I feel good about myself, doing that? Do you think I enjoy doing it just so you have the space to ply Tarquin with your smiles and pretty eyes, s...