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

by Sarah J. Maas

To not have to tell him that though I’d freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha … I’d broken myself apart.

And I didn’t think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.

It had been two months since Tamlin had proposed

“We all heard your neck break. But you got to come back. And I doubt that he will ever forget that sound, either. And he will do everything in his power to protect you from that danger again, even if it means keeping secrets, even if it means sticking to rules you don’t like. In this, he will not bend. So don’t ask him to—not yet.”

So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.

“Hello, Feyre darling,”

“Welcome to the Night Court,”

I want you to learn how to read.”

“You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?! That’s what you wrote?”

It’s true, isn’t it?

The fashion of the Night Court suits you. I

“I’m not your enemy, Feyre.”

“And at least have the decency to only call me a prick when your shields are back up.”

Rumor has it you caught a Suriel.” “It wasn’t that hard.” “I’ve tried and failed.

Twice.

there can be High Ladies.

What if you were able to wield the power of seven High Lords at once?

“You are no one’s subject.”

“But I know you—more than you realize, I think—and I don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart—

“You don’t need to train. I can guard you from whatever comes our way.”

Sick of this controlling man !

For there had been a time when he could not.

exactly.

“Tell me what to do,” he said. “Tell me what to do to help you.”

“Did you think his shield would keep us from you? Rhys shattered it with half a thought.”

“As your presence here isn’t part of our monthly requirement, you are under no obligation to go back.” He rubbed at his temple. “Unless you wish to.”

“To Velaris—the City of Starlight.”

“Welcome to my home,” Rhysand said.

this is only for me and my family.”

“One, no one—no one—but Mor and I are able to winnow directly inside this house. It is warded, shielded, and then warded some more. Only those I wish—and you wish—may enter. You are safe here; and safe anywhere in this city, for that matter. Velaris’s walls are well protected and have not been breached in five thousand years. No one with ill intent enters this city unless I allow it. So go where you wish, do what you wish, and see who you wish.

im crying i love him

Decided that, perhaps, the Spring Court might not be my home.

And some strange, new part of me wondered if my never returning might be a fitting punishment for him. For what he had done to me.

“So what is there that was worth saving at the cost of everyone else?”

“Everything,”

Rhys entered a few of the jewelry shops, looking for a present for a friend, he said.

“This is what Velaris is known for: the artists’ quarter.

“For what it’s worth, I’m the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history,

“How did you get through it? My shield.”

“I promise I won’t drop you.”

“You say the word tonight, and we come back here, no questions asked. And if you can’t stomach working with me, with them, then no questions asked on that, either. We can find some other way for you to live here, be fulfilled, regardless of what I need. It’s your choice, Feyre.”

“I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking …

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.”

“That was five. Looks like I owe you two thoughts.”

swaggering

“The Court of Dreams.”

“You taught yourself to hunt. What about to fight?” I shook my head. Cassian braced his arms on the table. “Lucky for you, you’ve just found yourself a teacher.”

I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else. I would never have to endure the touch of the Attor as it dragged me because I was too helpless to know where and how to hit. Never again.

“One,” Mor said, “you have left the Spring Court.”

“If that does not send a message, for good or bad, then your training will not, either. Two,”

“I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to...

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