A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

I choked my rising desire

I banished the image of Feyre bent over it.

Fifteen thousand years, she had been stuck in this world.

Cassian had named about two dozen poses for Nesta at this point. Ranging from I Will Eat Your Eyes for Breakfast to I Don’t Want Cassian to Know I’m Reading Smut. The latter was his particular favorite.

“The females bring their jewelry. I bring my weapons.”