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

by Sarah J. Maas

The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s—the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his Siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, “Happy Solstice.” Elain turned from the snow falling in the darkness beyond and smiled slightly. “I’ve never participated in one of these.” Amren supplied from across the room, Varian at her side, resplendent in his princely regalia, “They’re highly overrated.” Mor smirked. “Says the female who makes out like a bandit every year. I don’t know how you don’t get robbed going home with so much jewelry stuffed into your pockets.” Amren flashed her too-white teeth. “Careful, Morrigan, or I’ll return the pretty little thing I got you.” Mor, to my surprise, shut right up. And so did the others, as Rhys returned with— “You didn’t.” I blurted out the words.