I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.
Duly noted.” Rhys yanked open the drawers and pulled out my undergarments. He dangled the bits of midnight lace and chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t demand Nuala and Cerridwen buy you something else.” I stalked to him, snatching the lace away. “You’re drooling on the carpet.” I slammed the bathing room door before he could respond.
I think I preferred it when you wanted to kill me.” “Sometimes I think so, too.
Eyllwe,” Chaol breathed. “Send word to Eyllwe. Tell them to hold on – tell them to prepare.” Perhaps it was the light, perhaps it was the cold, but Aedion could have sworn there were tears in the captain’s eyes as he said, “Tell them it’s time to fight back.
A heartbeat later, his note said, Try not to moan too loudly when you dream about me. I need my beauty rest.
I will not be afraid, she vowed, wrapping the familiar words around her heart.
Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin’s face – and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes.
He didn’t back away again as she approached and said with every ember left in her shredded heart, “I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
Well, I’m late for something incredibly important,” Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.
You know, I think it might be very easy to love you, too, Feyre. Easier to be your friend.
One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.
If he wanted to break her curse, he need only find a human girl willing to marry him. But not any girl – a human with ice in her heart, with hatred for our kind. A human girl willing to kill a faerie.
Elide said, “Your mount doesn’t seem evil.” Abraxos’s tail thumped on the ground, the iron spikes in it glinting. A giant, lethal dog. With wings.
Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.
Hoped that an assassin’s jewel would pay for a healer’s education.
Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. “You left me,” she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, “I have no one left. No one.
The High Lord did not smile. I kept my face neutral, vaguely bored. His gaze drifted to my chest, the bare skin revealed by the sweeping vee of my gown, as if he could see where that spark of life, his power, had gone. Rhys followed that gaze. “Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren’t they? Delicious as ripe apples.” I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he’d looked at me, at the others. “Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth.
The silence brought back everything around her.
But all she could see was the unconditional love in that dying wyvern’s eyes as she unbuckled her harness, stood from the saddle, and leapt off Abraxos.
Don’t be angry, Finnula had said, be smart.