A ​Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

She had been born wrong. Had been born with claws and fangs and had never been able to keep from using them, never been able to quell the part of her that roared at betrayal, that could hate and love more violently than anyone ever understood. Elain had been the only one who perhaps grasped it, but now her sister loathed her. She didn’t know how to fix it. How to make any of it right. How to stop being this way. She didn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been angry. Maybe before her mother had died, but even then her mother herself had been bitter, disdainful of their father, and her mother’s disdain had become her own. She couldn’t quell that relentless, churning anger. Couldn’t stop herself from lashing out before she could be wounded. She was no better than a rabid dog. She had been a rabid dog with Amren and Feyre. A beast, exactly like Tamlin. She hadn’t even cared that she’d made it down the House stairs at last—did it count, when it was driven by fury? Did she count—was she worth being counted? It was the question that sent everything crumpling inside her.