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“Nesta,' he said into her ear. 'Nesta, open your hand and come back.'

Her breathing sharpened. The cold deepened.

'Nesta,' he snarled-

And the cold halted. It didn't vanish, but rather... stopped. Nesta's eyes flicked open.

Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them.

Rhys shoved Feyre behind him. She shoved her way back to his side. But Nesta's hand continued to squeeze Cassian's. He squeezed back, let his Siphons send a bite of power into her skin.

She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his.

Death watched him.

But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, 'Hello, Nes.'

Nesta blinked, and he let his Siphons bite her with his power again. The fire flickered.

He nodded to the map, 'Let go of the stones and bones.' He didn't let her scent his fear. Here was the being the Bone Carver had whispered about, exalted and feared.

'Let go of the stones and bones, and then you and I can play.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his. Death watched him. But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, “Hello, Nes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames