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

by Sarah J. Maas

He never woke when the nightmares dragged me from sleep; never woke when I vomited my guts up night after night. If he knew or heard, he said nothing about it.

Tamlin, you were supposed to be better than this…

He kept his own quarters, deeming it vital for me to have my own space. But he slept in here every night. I’d yet to visit his bed,

Literally what is their relationship?

“And how often do you just rifle through my mind when my shields are down?” All amusement faded from his face. “When I can’t tell if your nightmares are real threats or imagined. When you’re about to be married and you silently beg anyone to help you.

RYHS HAS ENTERED THE CHAT AGAIN

When I’d asked her to explain what to anticipate, she merely said that Tamlin would take care of everything. I should watch from his side, and observe.

Girl I never trusted Ianthe…

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

Rather, the people that spotted him offered warm, broad smiles. Some approached, gripping his hand to welcome him back. He knew each of them by name—and they addressed him by his.

Such a kind gentleman, Mr. Rhysand🥰

The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door. And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.

I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

“He is the most powerful High Lord to ever walk this earth. You are … new. You are made of all seven High Lords. Unlike anything. Are you two not similar in that? Are you not matched?”

“Welcome to the family, Feyre.” And I thought those might have been the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.

Cassian stirred again, his shredded wings twitching and spraying blood, his muscles quivering. At Nesta’s shouts, her raging, his eyes fluttered open, glazed and unseeing, an answer to some call in his blood, a promise he’d made her.

Nesta and Cassian??👀

But Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder. At Lucien—whose face she had finally taken in. Dark brown eyes met one eye of russet and one of metal. Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain— Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

Saw this one coming

My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.