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

by Sarah J. Maas

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

because even though the short, delicate woman looked

tan and smooth, and her face—pretty, bordering on plain—was

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.” He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”

“You love me?” Rhys nodded. And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him. I set the bowl down before him. “Then eat.”