I looked at them and read perfectly: “Rhysand is a spectacular person. Rhysand is the center of my world. Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever dream of.” I set down the paper, wrote out the three sentences, and handed it to him. The claws slammed into my mind a moment later. And bounced harmlessly off a black, glimmering shield of adamant. He blinked. “You practiced.” I rose from the table and walked away. “I had nothing better to do.”
My chest aches
