A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong.

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.” He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”

Then, like snow shaken from a tree, his darkness fell away, taking mine with it.

Wondered if he’d indeed come looking for me. Mate. My mate.