And in the distance, so faint I thought I might have imagined it, a beast’s roar cleaved the land.
That I hadn’t heard from Feyre yet told me enough: still asleep. And as tempting as it was to wake her just to hear the sound of her voice, I had little desire to have my balls nailed to the wall for disrupting her sleep.
Lysandra snorted. Bringing a wet dog into a covert meeting – very queenly.
It certainly seems like it’s your shop,” he said at last, turning his attention back to her. Emerie had drifted a few feet away, her back straight, chin upraised. He’d seen Nesta in that particular pose, too. He called it her I Will Slay My Enemies pose.
Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you.
She didn’t care what this group wanted with her. She didn’t care what sort of information they expected to twist from her. When they had taken Chaol, they’d made the biggest mistake of their lives. The last mistake, too.
Hatred felt like a strong word, as she couldn’t quite hate someone who had saved her life, but dislike fit pretty damn well.
Only sorrow lay there. And something like understanding. Like she saw him, as he’d seen her in that shooting gallery, marked every broken shard and didn’t mind the jagged bits.
Get. Up.” Her mouth tightened. “You want to die in this war so badly, then get up.
At dinner, she’d seen the expression flash across his face when he caught Aelin and Rowan smiling at each other. All of Arobynn’s jabs and stories had failed to find their mark tonight because Aelin had been too lost in Rowan to hear. She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did.
He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him. His mate. He barely remembered his own name. And only recalled it because his three companions spoke it while they searched for her across violent and dark seas, through ancient and slumbering forests, over storm-swept mountains already buried in snow.
You can’t reason against it. Even if it wasn’t in our culture, there would still be an instinct to protest the defenseless, regardless of whether they’re female or male, young or old.
It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me.
You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don’t need to tell you that you can do this-you know you can.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
She had looked at it that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger.
When he finished, I tipped back my head and howled, my laughter like sunshine shattering age-hardened ice.
We are the masters of our own fates – we decide how we go forward.
You can either let it wreck you, let it get you killed like it nearly did with the Weaver, or you can learn to live with it.
Take nothing with you, leave nothing behind.