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“There’s more I need to show you, Abriella.” He extends an arm, and another hawk swoops down and perches on his wrist. “There’s more to see. Don’t you want to know what happened after the throne rejected Sebastian?” I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to see it. I don’t care.
“But you did. You took the potion, and in doing so, you salvaged one beautiful thing in a world full of ugliness. I, for one, will never be sorry for that.” I can barely process his words before his mouth is on mine and—gods, the heat of his hard body pressed against me, the feel of his lips sipping at my mouth, like I’m the finest wine and he’s fighting between warring instincts to savor and devour.
“But I’m not worried about myself.” His brows draw together. “We very nearly lost you—again. If they’d gotten a goblin to take you to Arya instead of taking you through those mountains, or if Sebastian had arrived an hour later . . .” “I’m not staying behind, Finn.” I wrap my hand around his arm, and power flares inside me, filling me up. I gasp at the strength of it and watch as his lips part. He said it’s different for him—not a flare, but a connection.
Has anyone ever thought that maybe when Abriella exerts herself that it weakens him to
because he only gets weak when she uses and abundance of power
“Have you heard of anyone being tethered since—to the crown or otherwise?” “Why are you asking, Finn?” Her face pales. “Surely you don’t believe— It’s impossible.” “I don’t know. I dismissed the possibility for weeks after she arrived, but I’ve felt it from that first moment I stepped close to her. It’s there—a connection that’s unlike anything else. And she draws from me. Has from the beginning. I blamed it on the crown before, but . . . that’s not it.” “But she still has the power of the crown, if not the crown itself. Perhaps it’s rooted in that—rooted in your destiny to carry that power
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“I think you know me well enough to believe me when I say I can’t even pretend to be a lady.” “Just be yourself. The only pretending you need to do is about your relationship with Finn—though I don’t expect that will be much of a stretch.” I freeze, my coffee cup halfway to my mouth. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Go there, Abriella, child of Mab.”
WOOOOWWW HOW AM I LIKE PREDICTING THE FUTURE LAST NIGHT WHEN I WAS READING ABOUT THEM TELL THE STORY ABOUT MAB THE SIMILARITIES WERE INSANE AND I KID YOU NOT I SAID TO MY SISTER "Imagine that she's a descendant of Mab . 'Like mother like daughter' kinda stuff " AND I WAS RIGHTT
OH YAAAAAA
“Someone is reporting to Queen Arya. She knew when the children were moved to the capital and when Abriella was there with them. Juliana knew that too, because I was in communication with her that day.”
Ok guys i don't think its Juliana
what if its Riaan because i never trusted him
especially the night she was drugged wether he did it or not
and i hope its not Misha the chances he's the traitor are low but i hope not
it will be Mab’s blood that brings them back together.” “No,” Sebastian breathes, turning to me. “No, no,” Arya says. “Not her blood. You see, if I use Abriella’s blood to reunite the courts, the moment she dies is the moment the power shifts—the power of the land, but also the power she carries. I need her alive.