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November 14, 2024 - October 27, 2025
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.”
“We all made sacrifices,” Rhysand said, the icy boredom now shifting into something razor-sharp. “And you now sit at this table with your family because of the ones Feyre made. So you will forgive me, Tarquin, if I tell your princess that if she sends word to Tamlin, or if any of your people try to bring her to him, their lives will be forfeit.”
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.”
“Oh, yes, you are. Rhys might be all smiles and forgiveness, but you still have us to answer to. You are my High Lady. Do you understand what it means when you imply you don’t trust us to help you? To respect your wishes if you want to do something alone? When you lie to us?”
Rhys growled. “They took what is ours. And we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished.”
“You do not fear,” Rhys breathed. “You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.”
“Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade—
I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.
“Be happy, Feyre,” he said quietly. And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.
“My name is Feyre Archeron. I was once human—and now I am Fae. I call both worlds my home. And I would like to discuss renegotiating the Treaty.”
It is real, he purred into my mind. I’ll prove it to you later. For hours.
Cassian kept his light grip on her chin. “Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won’t break.”
“Our stories are worth telling.”
