But she’d also promised Ansel that she had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celaena had fired after twenty-one.
She and Chaol would never be a normal boy and girl, but perhaps in that world they could make a life of their own. She wanted that life. Because even though he’d pretended nothing had happened after the dance they’d shared last night, something had. And maybe it had taken her this long to realize it, but this man – she wanted that life with him.
So, yes, I was jealous of him – because it will always be easy for him. And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out of that warehouse.
I’d forgotten that human minds are easy to shatter as eggshells,” Rhysand said, and ran a finger across the base of my throat. I shuddered, my eyes burning. “Look at how delightful she is – look how she’s trying not to cry out in terror. It would be quick, I promise.
Aelin would have been beside herself with glee.
Why can’t I be High Lady as well?
That wildness, that untamed fierceness... They weren’t born of a free heart, but of one that had known despair so complete that living brightly, living violently, was the only way to outrun it.
But when she reached in, toward the place in her chest where that monster dwelled, she found only cobwebs and ashes.
Aelin is alive.
Manon gazed westward across the mountains. Hope, Elide had said – hope for a better future. For a home. Not obedience, brutality, discipline. But hope.
I began shaking my head as if I could unsee it as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.
Aelin, leaning against the half-decayed desk that served as the lone piece of furniture in the room, smirked at him. “I saw you from a distance-once.” Galan Ashryver’s eyes sparked. “I’m going to assume it was during your former profession and thank you for not killing me.
Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. “You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.
It should have been me.
Something thumped in front of me. A bottle of wine. “It’s fine if you drink directly from it,” was all Mor said.
And I said, “You love me?” Rhys nodded. And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him. I set the bowl down before him. “Then eat.
You are sacred vessels,” the duke said. “It is an honor to be chosen.” “I find that a very male thing to assume.
I need help. Getting into the bath.” “Do you, now.” His voice was near-guttural. Elide bit her lip, her breasts becoming heavy, tingling. “I might slip.” His eyes drifted down her body, but he made no move. “A dangerous time, bath time.
If it grieves you,” he said, the words caressing my bones, “then I don’t think it’s absurd at all.