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

by Sarah J. Maas

“It’s hard sometimes,” I admitted, staring toward the snow-coated field outside the house, the training rings and dwellings beyond it, “to remember that she picked it. Picked me. That it’s not like my parents, shoved together.”

Her smile when I landed beside her, snow whipping around us, was like a fist to my heart.

She smiled broadly. Bright as the full moon, lovelier than any star.

“Walk me home for lunch?” He sketched a bow. “It would be my honor, lady.”

Rhys helped me with my coat, stealing a kiss before we walked out into the sunny, frigid day.

I leaned into him, into that unfailing strength, and said down the bond, You make me so very happy. My life is happy, and I will never stop being grateful that you are in it.

Rhys whispered in my ear, “I will never stop being grateful to have you in my life, either, Feyre darling. And no matter what lies ahead”—a small, joyous smile at that—“we will face it together. Enjoy every moment of it together.”