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

by Sarah J. Maas

My mate—who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it.

“What sort of things do you paint?” My question was soft as the snow falling past us. Ressina smiled slightly. “The things that need telling.”

“I love you,” he breathed. “More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown.”

“Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned, strutting through the door, nearly swallowed up by the enormous white fur coat she wore. Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked— “You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said.

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