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June 7 - June 7, 2023
“I love you,”
the last bargain we’d made. To remain together through all that waited ahead.
Hell fucking yeah
Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves,
Finally seeing this is crazy
That dissenting voice cut in again.
I wonder who the guy is that cared
The most powerful High Lord in history.
Mor had hated it from the moment she’d met him—that distance, that coldness. That lack of interest or feeling for the world.
“This overall number just reflects the places where discontent is spreading, not where the majorities lie.”
I’d seen what he’d done to his half brothers centuries ago. Still dreamed of it.
“Vassa and Jurian are still with Graysen.
long into the night. Several times. “The humans must be given a chance to rule themselves. Decide for themselves. Even our allies.”
“Lucien is away right now.”
“It would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.”
“You sure about that?”
Rhys egging him on about Elain
Not when I could still feel Feyre’s undiluted terror as Tamlin tore through the study. As he locked her in that house.
I couldn’t blame him for it.
“No word on Bryaxis, I take it.”
I Don’t Want Cassian to Know I’m Reading Smut.
HA
He half wondered what might happen if the two of them ever met. What might come of it.
Everything all right?
I love how he can sense her unease
Yes—the first stitch to close a wound. That’s how it felt.
But Tamlin’s temper had always been his downfall.
Lucien had come here out of pity. Mercy.
“With your coaching, I have no doubt.” I smiled. “Oh, no. That was all her. Clever, isn’t she.”
“You saved my mate’s life on several occasions. I will always be thankful for that.”
He had nothing. Had been given everything and squandered it. He didn’t deserve my pity, my sympathy.
she had no interest in ever seeing the male across from me again.
Had given his father and brothers the information on where my sister and mother would be waiting for me to meet them. And done nothing to help them as they were butchered.
“You nearly destroyed her. In every way possible.”
“She survived it, though. Survived you. And you still felt the need to humiliate her, belittle her. If you meant to win her back, old friend, that wasn’t the wisest route.”
“You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don’t care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don’t care if you still love my mate. I don’t care that you saved her from Hybern, or a thousand enemies before that.” The words poured out, cold and steady. “I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It’s a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.”
Tamlin didn’t have shields around the house. None to prevent anyone from winnowing in, to guard against enemies appearing in his bedroom and slitting his throat. It was almost as if he was waiting for someone to do it.
to the marble headstone I’d had erected there in honor of our father.
I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed.
Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her.
But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”
“Wait,” Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice.
“Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”
But Cassian waited until Elain had filled her plate before he took another scoop of anything. As did the others.
Unusual, yes, for Elain to be so vocal, but she’d been improving.
Azriel … It was pity on his beautiful face. Pity and sorrow as he watched my sister.
“If someone propositions you, tell them we’ll both be free in an hour.”
HA
“Father would want you to—” “Don’t you finish that sentence.”
“My rent,”
Crazy that she even has the nerve to ask for Feyre to pay her rent when she can’t even bother to come around or even talk to them
That male hadn’t been her father for centuries. Long before that unforgivable day.
“You always have a choice.
He always gives his women a choice
“I call it Void. It absorbs the light. Creates a complete lack of color.”
“In the three hundred years we were wed, we never had the chance to have children.” Her fingers moved beautifully, unfaltering despite her words. “I don’t even have a piece of him in that way. He’s gone, and I am not. Void was born of that feeling.”
“I call it Hope.”
“I would like to buy that tapestry.”
