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“They wake,” Belial said. “Do you hear that, grandson? They wake.”
Cominciamo bene!
“Jamie bach, what’s the trouble?”
Tutte le volte che Will parla, io mi sciolgo
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Will looked tired, his mane of black hair disarrayed.
Is there something you’d like to talk about, Jamie?”
he did not know how to do anything but hold on further, tighter, protecting himself the only way he knew how.
Of course,” he added, his voice full of mischief, “I would render the help myself, but that would be scandalous.”
his green eyes darkened.
“Oh, she’s not my wife,” Matthew said, green eyes sparkling. Matthew loved nothing more than the appearance of scandal.
When you step into a room, mademoiselle, you will appear as the flame of a candle, drawing eyes to you like moths.”
She would dress in fire if she liked.
Perhaps most surprising, Matthew had more than kept to his promise: he consumed not a drop of alcohol.
He looks happy. Honestly, plainly happy. And if this trip to Paris might not be her salvation, she could at least make sure it was his.
“I shall amuse you with a tale, then,” said Will.
“The tale of my hellride with Balios from London to Cadair Idris, in Wales.
Will is so iconic
Will needed the entire other side for dramatic gesturing.
Will, following his heart, dashing to the rescue of their mother, who he did not yet know loved him, too.
His father’s voice was singsong in his ears, the words of the story as familiar as a lullaby.
Kheili khoshgeli,”
Will was looking at him with a rare stern expression, his eyes very blue.
“James, you must tell us what is wrong.”
“You were calling for Cordelia,” Will said. “I have never heard anyone sound as if they were in such pain. Jamie, you must talk to us.”
“You cried out another name too. And a word. One that makes me quite nervous.”
She was suddenly desperate to see him.
The force of it had never hit her so hard before.
She ran to him.
He caught her against him, gripping her tight, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress. He nuzzled his face down into her hair, breathing her name, “Lucie, Lucie,” and his body was warm against hers.
Non sono assolutamente commossa... Nono
For the first time she experienced the scent of him: wool, sweat, skin, woodsmoke, the air just before a storm. For the first time, she felt his heart beating against hers.
It’s time—it’s past time—for me to tell my friends about my feelings for Alastair. Perhaps Alastair is right and it is impossible—but it will definitely remain impossible if I never try.
OMG daiii Thom cuoricinooo
One gossips about one’s acquaintance, not one’s friends,
There was a guilty knot in James’s chest. He was still keeping a secret, after all—Cordelia’s
It was Matthew.
💔😭
Memories had been coming back to him, ever since he had rid himself of the bracelet—memories
His feelings for Cordelia… his desire to remove the bracelet itself…
Tell me there is someone you love more than that bottle in your hand.
😭
He had failed his best friend. He had failed his parabatai.
💔
That night James slept like the dead, and if his father rose in the middle of the night to check on him as if he were a small boy, if Will sat beside him on his bed and sang to him in rusty Welsh, James did not remember it when he woke up.
🥺😭🖤
Balios and Xanthos looked very pleased with themselves
“Alas,” he said, “I am tasked with relaying to you an exciting and drama-filled tale. A terrible responsibility to have fallen upon me.”
My Drama King 👑
“Will,” said Tessa. “Do not editorialize.”
CIAO TESS
“Whatever else happens, don’t hate me, James. Please. I don’t think I could bear it.”
IT'S JUST A BABY 🥺💔
“I could never hate you, Math.”
“We’re the Merry Thieves—one for all, and all for one—”
“We need each other,” Christopher said simply. “Especially now.”
KIT UNICO RAGIONEVOLE
“ ‘Entreat me not to leave thee,’ ”
“You might break me, Lucie,” and he drove his mouth against hers, hot and demanding.
“Bloody convincing Herondales.”
