A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“You are a better friend to me, Feyre,” he said quietly, “than I ever was to you.”

I revealed the mating bond months later—and she gave me hell for it, don’t worry. But now that you’ve found your mate in a similar situation, perhaps you will try to understand how it felt. And if you can’t be bothered, then I hope you’re wise enough to keep your mouth shut, because the next time you look at my mate with that disdain and disgust, I won’t bother to explain it again, and I will rip out your fucking throat.”

“I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it

from you.” He gestured to the tent—to Adriata beyond it. “Our trip here was the first time I let myself … hope.” To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.