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

by Sarah J. Maas

As I gripped the fine-boned shoulder, and gazed into that hated face—my face. And plunged the ash dagger into my awaiting heart.

Oh shes gonna struggle with truma.... Shell have nightmares. Mhm

Even if Rhys, at the end … even if he hadn’t been exactly an enemy.

Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.

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.

Wtf tamtam

“I don’t have the sentries to spare to escort you.”

I wasn’t Tamlin’s mate, as far as I knew. There was no mating bond between us—yet.

hating that though he agreed with me, he had sided with her, but … it took more energy than it was worth.

Okat tam is now upsetting me

He kept his own quarters, deeming it vital for me to have my own space.

Rhys would never. I know it in my bones

I’d yet to visit his bed, though I wondered if our wedding night would change that.

Huhh

“Isn’t that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?”

Yeah??... Fuck feyre you piss me off. Just be a house wife

“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.”

Yikes

Help me, help me, help me, I begged someone, anyone.

Call the wedding off girlllll

Tamlin took a step toward me—concern shading those eyes. I retreated a step. No.

Yeah keep going

word. No—no. But I didn’t have to say it. Thunder cracked behind me, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other.

I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. “Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

Yesssssssss yes fuck me yes!!!! Aaahhhhhh

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form.

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water.

back, some climbing over seats to get away. Rhys looked me over slowly, and clicked his tongue at my silk gloves. Whatever had been building beneath my skin went still and cold.

“Get the hell out,” growled Tamlin, stalking toward us. Claws ripped from his knuckles. Rhys clicked his tongue again. “Oh, I don’t think so. Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.”

Yea..now this is what mommy likes

My stomach hollowed out. No—no, not now.

Bitch you basically summoned him wym no?

“Was I interrupting? I thought it was over.” Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew—through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he’d known I was about to say no. “At least, Feyre seemed to think so.”

Hahahaaa

Rhys crooned, linking elbows with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable.

Oh please. Dont be dramatic

“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer.

Right! Thats what i said baby

But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by smooth skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—”

WHat a joke of a man. Just let her go lkke that

Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my waist, pressing me into his side as he whispered in my ear, “Hold on.”

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

Aaahhhbh yesssssssss

His touch was like a brand, and I flinched,

Because hes your mate

“You look exactly like the doe-eyed damsel he and that simpering priestess want you to be.”

Rhys gave me a knowing smile. “Does Tamlin? Does he ever ask you why you hurl your guts up every night, or why you can’t go into certain rooms or see certain colors?”

“Get the hell out of my head.”

“Likewise.” He stalked a few steps away.

Aaahhh

Rhys whirled, a hand rising to the back of his head, his eyes wide. I already had the other shoe in my hand.

Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. “I dare you.”

“For this week? I want you to learn how to read.”

Thank the cualdron. She most certainly need it

“What else are you going to do with yourself? Paint? How’s that going these days, Feyre?”

Period haaahh

“Why? From spite? I thought you and I got past that Under the Mountain.” “Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.” Rhys went still.

Wtf... I though they were friend's

“Feyre,” Rhys said smoothly, “meet my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet the lovely, charming, and open-minded Feyre.”

Rhys snorted. “Try to read it, Feyre.”

“Delicious,” he purred.

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

Ugh stop

It’s true, isn’t it? I jolted back, my chair groaning. “Stop that!”

The fashion of the Night Court suits you.

You should be afraid. You should be afraid of this, and you should be thanking the gods-damned Cauldron that in the past three months, no one with my sorts of gifts has run into you. Now shove me out.

“I’m not your enemy, Feyre.”

“I heard what you said.” Prick. Prick, prick, prick. “Then get to work.” Rhys uncoiled to his feet. “And at least have the decency to only call me a prick when your shields are back up.”

“Prick I might be, but look at you. Maybe we’ll get to have some fun with our lessons after all.”

“Will it happen?” Rhysand didn’t break my stare. “Maybe.” “Why?” “Because war is coming, Feyre.”

“I’m not going to invade the mortal lands,” he said too quietly.

Stupid bitch youre hurting his feelings

I wished I hadn’t eaten such a large breakfast.

Bitch please you didnt

“He doesn’t inform me of those things.” “Perhaps it’s time he did. Perhaps it’s time you insisted.”

Fucking tamtam