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

by Sarah J. Maas

“She wins,” Rhys breathed. “That bitch wins if you let yourself fall apart.”

And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.”

The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.

“The Court of Dreams is founded on three things: to defend, to honor, and to cherish.

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

She held open the door. “Welcome to the family, Feyre.” And I thought those might have been the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.