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“You do what you love, what you need.”
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.
“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”
“I think you and I would shred each other to bits.” “Oh, we most definitely will.” He leaned against the bathing room threshold.
“He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”
“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”
The painting—I could see it; feel it. I wanted to paint it. I wanted to paint. I didn’t wait for him to stretch out his hand before I went to him. And looking up into his face I said, “I want to paint you.”
“Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”
“And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.”
Love—love was a balm as much as it was a poison.
