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

by Sarah J. Maas

I often wondered what it was like to be that free and so settled within yourself.

It was never the time for this conversation, or that conversation. But I didn’t say it.

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety.

I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else.

who he was and what I now was no longer fit.

And I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.

“You might be my mate,” he said, “but you remain your own person. You decide your fate—your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.”

Tamlin could NEVER

Love—love was a balm as much as it was a poison.