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

by Sarah J. Maas

“What do you mean, there’s no such thing as a High Lady?”

“I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch.”

My vision narrowed on him, on my High Lord, his wide eyes glistening as I stepped onto the soft grass, white rose petals scattered down it— And red ones. Like drops of blood amongst the white, red petals had been sprayed across the path ahead.

So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.