The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)

by Holly Black

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

“You’re never to deny me an audience or give an order to keep me from your side.” “Whysoever would I want you to leave my side?” he asked,

“Surely it’s not the High King himself you were gazing at.” “Surely not,” I echo, but I don’t meet her eyes.

“Some among us do not find mortals beautiful. In fact, some of you might swear that Jude is unlovely.” For a moment, I wonder if he wants me to be furious enough to order him to stop and reveal our bargain to the Court. But no, it’s only that with my heart thundering in my head, I can barely think. “But I believe it is only that her beauty is… unique.” Cardan pauses for more laughter from the crowd, greater jeering. “Excruciating. Alarming. Distressing.”

This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever read ahahaaha

Kill him before he makes you love him.

“Deny it, then,” I yell. “Deny me!” He cannot, of course, so he does not. Our eyes meet, and the odd smile on his face is clearly meant for me. I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I’ve remembered too late.

Yeah no crap Jude smh