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November 14, 2024
in our world where we’d forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.
“I might take an animal form, but I am civilized, Feyre.”
He dropped my hand. “On the days that I’m called away to deal with … trouble, stay close to the house.”
“I smelled you,” he breathed, his painted chest rising and falling so close to mine. “I searched for you, and you weren’t there.”
“Don’t ever disobey me again,”
“And miss a chance to show off to a beautiful woman? Never.”
“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.”
“For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days.”
“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”
His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. “What is—” I began. He disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air.
Ooooooo cannot wait to find out what this is about 👀
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.
“Two things, Feyre darling.”
The one in the center said, “Our sister’s debt is paid.”
Blew my mind 🤯🤯
“I will kill anyone who harms you,” Rhys snarled.
Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, “Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”
