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

by Sarah J. Maas

“I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.’ ”

“At least the rumors about wingspan correlating with the size of other parts were right.” His back muscles tensed as he choked out a laugh. “Such a dirty, wicked mouth.” I thought of all the places I wanted to put that mouth and blushed a bit.

“Cruel, beautiful thing.”

My mate murmured, “Feyre Cursebreaker, the Defender of the Rainbow.”

“I will light your pyres myself for what you did to my sisters.”

“She is my mate. And my spy,” I said too quietly. “And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.”

“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.” My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.

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

The Mother, I decided, did have a sense of humor.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.