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January 2 - January 12, 2024
“Hello, Feyre darling,”
One heartbeat, I was staring after him—the next, I had my shoe in a hand. I hurled it at him with all my strength. All my considerable, immortal strength.
I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast that even a High Lord couldn’t detect it as it neared— And slammed into his head. Rhys whirled, a hand rising to the back of his head, his eyes wide. I already had the other shoe in my hand.
debated tackling him and pummeling that face with my fists, but I wasn’t stupid.
Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.
“To Velaris—the City of Starlight.”
Velaris is lovely in the day, but it was built to be viewed after dark.”
Even the smell of him reminded me of the wind—rain and salt and something citrus-y I couldn’t name.
“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
“How the hell did you make that bone ladder in the Middengard Wyrm’s lair when you look like your own bones can snap at any moment?”
“How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?”
“If Cassian’s howling, I hope it means Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth.”
Amren said, “So there are two of us now.” My brows nudged toward each other. Amren’s lips were a slash of red. “We who were born something else—and found ourselves trapped in new, strange bodies.”
“Don’t let these old busybodies boss you around.”
said, “The Court of Dreams.” The Court of Dreams—the dreams of a half-breed High Lord, two bastard warriors, and … the two females.
“Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”
“I love my people, and my family. Do not think I wouldn’t become a monster to keep them protected.”
I dared a glance at Rhys, and there was something like devastation on his beautiful face. It was gone in a blink.
Bow, he’d once ordered Tamlin. And now here he was, on his knees before me. His eyes glinted as if he remembered it, too.
“Cassian tried to convince me last night not to take you. I thought he might even punch me.”
“Who knows? With Cassian, he’s probably more interested in fucking you than protecting you.” “You’re a pig.” “You could, you know,” Rhys said, holding up the branch of a scrawny beech for me to slip under. “If you needed to move on in a physical sense, I’m sure Cassian would be more than happy to oblige.”
“Then tell him to come to my room tonight.” “If you survive this test.” I paused atop a little lichen-crusted rock. “You seem pleased by the idea that I won’t.” “Quite the opposite, Feyre.”
“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”
A ring of twisted strands of gold and silver, flecked with pearl, and set with a stone of deepest, solid blue. Sapphire—but different. I’d never seen a sapphire like that, even at my father’s offices. This one … I could have sworn that in the pale light, the lines of a six-pointed star radiated across the round, opaque surface. Rhys—this had Rhys written all over it. He’d sent me here for a ring?
