For a moment, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from comparing: Tamlin hadn’t wanted to be High Lord. He resented being High Lord—and maybe … maybe that was part of why the court had become what it was. But Rhysand, with a vision, with the will and desire and passion to do it … He’d built something. And then gone to the mat to defend it. It was what he’d seen in Tarquin, why those blood rubies had hit him so hard.
