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

by Sarah J. Maas

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

“Welcome to the Night Court,” was all Rhys said.

“You are no one’s subject.”

“Mor is who I’ll call in when the armies fail and Cassian and Azriel are both dead.”

unable to resist matching himself against Nesta’s spirit of steel and flame. “So,” Cassian said, gulping down the water.

And when Amarantha had broken me, when she had snapped my bones and made my blood boil in its veins, he’d just knelt and begged her. He hadn’t tried to kill her, hadn’t crawled for me. Yes, he’d fought for me—but I’d fought harder for him.

Same, sis.

And it was Elain—Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in hell.”